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This is also intended for the entertainment of adults only.  If you are
under 18, and/or offended by sexually explicitg material involving any of
the stuff abbreviated in the subject line, reading this story will make
your head explode, and may cause housepets to spontaneously combust.
Otherwise, enjoy!  Comments, questions, suggestions, or knock-knock jokes
are always welcome, and will be responded to as soon as I can force myself
to, because I'm bad at that.

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To Please Their Lord II;
The Revenge

by Dracthyus
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 Several weeks later, Lord Breshly invited his two lovlies back to the
mansion.  Lisa, assured that she had captured the top position in Lord
Breshly's affections by her willing assistance in the rape of Cathy's
virgin anus, comported herself with an aire of superiority.  She knew who
was who in this triangle, and where the affections lay.  What she had not
counted on, however, was Cathy's persuasiveness in private moments.  Cathy
had gone to him the next night, and offered herself to him, totally and
completely, on the condition that the next time the three met, it would be
Cathy who took control, and Lisa who suffered under Scott's hands and
cock.  Since she made the offer in the scant moments when her mouth was
not filled by his penis, it was, of course, accepted.
 Again, they each had their dreamy smiles as their coach approached the
mansion, but this time, it was Cathy who forced herself to keep the evil
glint from her eye.  Again, Lord Breshly was late for supper, having
important business with an ambassador.
 He joined them loudly, and in a foul mood, his dealings having gone
somewhat sour.  Cathy made sympathetic noises, but smiled inwardly.... his
temper would feed the force of his passion tonight, and Lisa would be its
focus!  The supper was excellent, though, so in all outward appearances,
Lord Breshly had regained his world-famous composure by desert.  Over
cognac, he told mildly ribald tales of the arabs and their proliclivities,
and slowly became increasingly lurid.  It was a style of story telling
both women loved with a passion, for Scott's voice alone could dampen them
between their legs, and his wit and gift with words could melt their
hearts into boiling pits of fire in their bellies.  When he stood and
suggested retiring for the night, they were ready, wanting him with all of
the passion in them.
 Again, he dismissed the servants to their quarters in the east wing, and
taking one woman's arm in each hand, he led them, gently, to his sanctum,
his low voice whispering of delights to come, sending shivers down their
spines.
 Again he left them in the sanctum while he went to change into his
oriental silk robe, and they disrobed down to their french lingerie, again
admiring each other's bodies, but only Cathy knowing, for a fact, that
Lisa's body would be her personal plaything before the night was through.
 When Lord Breshly returned to the room, he complimented both women on
their choice of lingerie, and invited them to join him on the bed.  There
was a quick conspirational wink for Cathy as Lisa bent over to remove her
last slipper, and then the three of them were on the bed, their hands
roaming over each other's bodies, their lips and tongues meeting in
frenzied kisses.
 Then, Scott took one of Lisa's wrists in his strong hand, and pushed it
up, against the headboard, near the post of the bed.  He glanced over at
Cathy, and nodded... it was time for the evening's betrayal and rape!
 Smiling, Lisa allowed herself to be pushed back onto the bed, knowing
that Scott would most likely position Cathy's lascivious mouth between her
thighs again, and perhaps force Cathy to suffer more indignities over her
own helpless body.  She was not in the least worried when Scott and Cathy
bound her wrists to the headboard, and stripped her naked.
 Then, however, she saw the looks between Scott and Cathy, and began to
struggle.  Cathy laughed at her as she tied down Lisa's left ankle, and
Scott merely chuckled as he tied down her right.  Lisa suddenly realized
that the rules had changed, and not in her favor.  Cathy walked a slow
semi-circle around the bed, her slim hips swaying seductively.  Lisa
pulled hard on the ropes binding her down, knowing that Cathy's torments a
few weeks before would make her own seem pale in comparison.
 "My Lord," said Cathy, "Our friend does not seem enticed by this
evening's plan."
 Scott walked to the cabinet by the door, and opened it.  Lisa had never
looked into the cabinet before, but she knew by rumor that Lord Breshly
left various... items... in it, items for use when his moods were dark.
Like now.
 "Please," said Lisa, "Scott... Lord, I'll do anything you ask!
Anything!"
 Cathy sat on the bed to Lisa's side and slowly stroked a fingernail up
and down Lisa's belly.  "Oh, but he already has someone to do anything for
him.  Don't you, my Lord?"
 "For now," said Scott, as he drew forth an instrument case.  "Why don't
you get Lisa ready for... these?"
 Lisa could not see what Scott was talking about, but she did not like the
smile on Cathy's face.  "Cathy... I'm sorry... I didn't..."
 "Oh, that's all right, Lisa!" said Cathy.  "Here, let me show you there's
no hard feelings, all right?"
 Lisa shuddered as Cathy bent her head down, allowing her long red hair to
dangle onto Lisa's stomach.  Slowly, Cathy brought her mouth to Lisa's
right nipple, and sucked it into her mouth.
 "Mmmmmmm," moaned Cathy, as her tongue flicked the end of the nipple.
Cathy's hands gathered up the abundant meat of Lisa's breast, and squeezed
it upward, bringing more of it into Cathy's hot, wet mouth.
 Lisa moaned and lay her head back, her eyes closing from the pleasure.
Maybe, just maybe, there was no trap here, and Cathy was just trying to
please her.
 Slowly, Cathy released the breast from her hungry mouth, her tongue
teasing the blood-gorged nipple the whole time.  "Oh, now you're excited,"
she hummed, as she stepped back, away from the bed.
 Lisa looked up just in time to see Scott hovering over her, holding a
small clamp in his hand.
 "What are you doing?  What is that for?" asked Lisa, panic growing in her
voice.  Scott said nothing, he merely fit the clamp around her erect
nipple, and started to twist it closed.
 "Oh, no!  NO!  Please, you'll kill me!"
 "Oh, not yet.  The evening is young," he said, as he continued to twist
the clamp.  It bit down hard on Lisa's nipple, crushing it mercilessly,
causing Lisa to scream out her pain.
 "Oh, it's not so bad yet, is it?" asked Cathy, from her other side.  Lisa
turned her head towards Cathy, her eyes filling with tears.
 "Please, Cathy, make him stop!  I'll do anything!  I'll give you
anything!"
 "Oh, but Lisa," smurmed Cathy, "I just want you, my dear."  She knelt
beside Lisa and took Lisa's other nipple into her mouth, suckling and
licking it.
 Lisa knew there was another clamp in Scott's case, waiting for that
nipple to become erect, but she had no control over her body's natural
reaction to Cathy's hot tongue and wet mouth.  All the while, Cathy ran
her fingertips in soft, gentle circles up and down Lisa's smooth stomach,
sending delicious shivers of pleasure up her body.
 Cathy's mouth slowly left her nipple, her hands still stroking Lisa's
body, and Lisa clenched her eyes shut, trying to disbelieve what was about
to happen to her.  To no avail... the clamp bit into her left nipple
moments later, tightening until the blood-gorged morsel of flesh felt like
it would surely burst.  She screamed again, longer this time, because
every move her torso made caused both of her nipples to erupt with pain
all over again.
 "Take them off, please!  Oh, God, they hurt!"
 "Oh, Lisa?"
 Lisa looked down to where Cathy had spoken, from between her legs.
 "If you think those hurt, just wait for this one."
 Saying this, Cathy ran her tongue up Lisa's twat in one long motion,
working it between her outer lips, and going straight for her clit.
 "Oh, for the love of God, Cathy, not that!  Don't let him put one there!"
 Cathy merely chuckled in her bitchy little way, and continued to go down
on her, licking her pussy with relish.  Scott stood back, watching, his
cock growing ever stiffer.
 "But Lisa," said Cathy, between slurps, "you loved it so much when I
licked you here before."  She chuckled her bitchy little chuckle again,
and teased Lisa's clit out with her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned again, as her tongue teased the very tip of Lisa's
clit.  "Oh, Lisa," she said, as she released Lisa's clitoris from her
mouth, "it's so ready.  Isn't it, my Lord?"
 "No," said Lisa, as Scott knelt over her pussy, clamp in hand.  "NO!
AAAAAAA!  STOP!  PLEASE, STOP!"
 Scott continued to tighten the clamp, crushing Lisa's horribly sensitive
love nub.  Lisa's scream drew pain from her pussy as well as her nipples
now, causing a triangle of agony over the front of her body.
 Cathy then went to the cabinet herself, her ass swaying sassily as she
walked.  "Shall I prepare her for the next step, my Lord?"
 Scott sat back in an armchair next to the bed, and smiled.  "As you wish,
my dear."
 Lisa slowed her breathing.  If she didn't move, the pain was just
bearable.  Maybe, just maybe, she would get through this without any more
pain.  Then she saw what Cathy had retrieved from the closet.
 It looked like part of a broom handle... no, it was thicker than that.
Perhaps it was the rounded end of a shovel's handle?  Two feet long, with
the last six inches wrapped like a knife hilt.  And Lisa had a terrible
feeling she knew what, and where, it was for.
 "Did you like it, when I had my face buried between your legs?" asked
Cathy, as she moved to the bed, and crawled onto it.  "Did you get off,
watching me take Scott's cock up my ass?"
 Lisa couldn't take her eyes off of the long, thick stick that Cathy held;
she fought to control her breathing, to keep down the pain from the
clamps.
 Cathy started playing the end of the stick around in Lisa's cleft,
nudging the clit clamp with it and drawing a spasm of pain from her.  She
put the first half-inch or so of the stick into Lisa's wet, sticky cunt
hole, and rotated it around.  "It has to be slippery," said Cathy, "...
for the job ahead."
 "God, Cathy, no, please..."
 Cathy moved the stick down an inch or so, and pressed it against Lisa's
anal opening.  "I know you're no stranger to this kind of penetration,
Lisa... Scott told me how he initiated you to it.  But this is much
thicker than Scott is... no offense, my Lord."
 "None taken."
 "And I intend to be very rough with it," said Cathy.  "So let's see how
well you take it!"
 With that, she began to force the stick into Lisa's anus.  Lisa gritted
her teeth and tried to remain silent.. the motion of screaming would cause
the clamps on her nipples and clitoris to shift again, causing even more
pain.  But, as Cathy roughly rammed the stick into Lisa's asshole, a
scream escaped from Lisa's lips, a scream that lenghtened as the clamps
shifted.
 Cathy continued to chuckle insanely as she drove the stick deeper and
deeper up Lisa's ass, causing Lisa to moan and cry out in pain.
 "That's it, bitch, take it!  Take more of it!"  Cathy chortled.
 "Cathy, Stop!  Oh, GOD, it HURTS!"
 Cathy rammed a foot of the stick up Lisa's ass, and then wiggled it back
and forth roughly, causing even more intense pain.  The pain in her
asshole merged with the pain from her clitoris and nipples, blending into
one horrible melage of agony over Lisa's whole body.
 "Now, why don't you prepare me for the next step?" asked Scott, as he
stood up.
 Cathy stood up and walked around the bed, her ass still swaying.  She
moved to stand in front of Scott, and dropped her panties.
 "My Lord, I hope I service you well," she said, as she went down to her
knees.  She untied his robe and opened it releasing his rampant cock.
 "I do not know if I can take it all, Scott," she confessed, as she slowly
stroked it back and forth with her hand.
 "Oh, you can," said Scott.  "And you will."
 Cathy swallowed... she had thought she would be immune from Scott's
temper this evening, but if she failed to please him properly, she could
easily find herself lying next to Lisa on that bed, with a set of clamps
of her own.
 She began slowly, running her tongue along the underside of Scott's cock,
making sure that Lisa could see every move she made.
 When her slow lick reached the head of his cock, she kissed it hard,
slowly drawing it into her mouth through sheer force of suction.  Scott
threw his head back and moaned with the sheer pleasure of it.
 Soon, Cathy had almost all of Scott's cock in her mouth, but there were
still a couple of inches to go, and it was already touching the back of
her throat!  She had no choice, though... if she didn't want to end up
tortured and raped on his bed, she had to take him into her throat.
Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she relaxed her throat muscles
and forced her own head down onto his cock, almost choking, but not quite.
 "That's it," he said, as her nose pressed into his belly.  "All the way."
 She began to bob back and forth, keeping her lips tight around his cock
shaft, and forcing it down her throat on every down-thrust.  She felt him
swelling in her mouth, felt every ridge and vein, every inch... and she
knew that she was doing more than sucking a cock.  She was forging a
weapon in the fire of her passion; a sword, a spear, a thrusting staff to
be plunged into her enemy, and only her mouth could forge it hard and long
enough to do what it had to do.  She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder
and faster, moving her tongue against the bottom of it constantly.  Her
hands moved around him, under his robe, and grasped Scott's ass, pulling
him against her harder, forcing it down her throat harder and faster.
 After a few long minutes, he grasped her by her hair and pulled her off
of his cock.
 "Any more of that, and there'll be nothing left for her," he said,
looking at Lisa.  He turned towards her, his cock pointing straight
between her legs.
 "M..my Lord," said Lisa, her body just getting used to the stick in her
ass as well as the clamps on her, "...I..I can't take any more... I beg of
you..."
 He smiled and climbed on top of her, pressing his body down on top of
her.  He pressed against the clamps, and his cock nudged the clamp on her
clit, and she moaned, long and loud.  Then, he started to press his
massive cock into her pussy.
 She had, of course, taken his cock before, in both her pussy and her ass,
but with that huge stick up her ass, Scott's big cock stretched her beyond
her capacity, and she nearly passed out from the pain.
 Once he was entirely in her, he started pumping her hard, ramming it in
and out of her, causing her as much pain as she had ever experienced in
her life.
 She stared down at his cock ramming into her, and the pain began to
change.  She still yelled, it still hurt, but the pain was so
overpowering, she began to become confused, the pain becoming
indistinguishable from pleasure.
 Just when she thought her senses were as overloaded as they could be, her
vision was obscured by Cathy's lilly-white belly as Cathy straddled her
face.
 "Now," said Cathy, "You will pleasure me, Lisa.  Do it, Lisa."
 Cathy lowered her naked crotch down onto Lisa's mouth and began gyrating
her hips.  "Lick me, Lisa!  Lick me like an ice-cream!"
 The pain, the pleasure, Scott's cock ramming into her pussy, Cathy's hot,
wet pussy pressing down on her mouth... it overwhelmed her.  Lisa's tongue
pressed hard against Cathy's pussy, and started to lick it, hard and fast.
 Cathy grabbed the headboard for support and mashed her snatch down onto
Lisa's open mouth, screaming in her own orgasm.  Scott shot his cum deep
up Lisa's pussy as Cathy drenched her mouth with her spendings, and Lisa
experienced an orgasm so powerful, it knocked her clean unconscious.
 She awoke some time later, untied and unclamped, her anus free of the
stick, covered in a silken sheet.  Cathy was asleep next to her, her arms
wrapped around Lisa.  Scott was working at the desk in his Sanctum, his
dark mood broken, able to concentrate on his business again.
 Confident in her role in restoring one of England's finest businessman to
his peak of performance, Lisa gently kissed Cathy's lips, and drifted back
to sleep.

THE END





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