“Back off!” he ordered as Trish scampered away. “This is how you smack a cunt.”
His meaty hand smashed down on my pussy so hard that I thought I would pass out. I screamed, but n my confusion, forgot to call my safe word. Seconds later, another strike from Jack’s hand on my open and exposed pussy unlocked a desire within. My movement was limited to a small twist — nothing more. Remembering his instructions from my first experience, I relaxed, allowing my legs to fall even further apart.
“Again!” I begged.
He struck again. I screamed again, regained my poise and relaxed.
“Again, please.”
He struck again. I screamed and began to cry, but not from pain, but from pleasing this man who allowed me to experience such pain and pleasure.
He leaned over me, taking my face gently in his rough hands and kissed me fervently.
“Well done, my girl. You will have your reward later.”
He reached for Trish, pulling her forward until she stood directly beneath a suspended bamboo pole. He took little time to remove all of her clothing (not that she was wearing much anyway) and trussed her chest up very similar to mine. Using another of the smaller poles, he laced her arms until they were spread just like mine, leaving her standing in a crucified position.
Jack tied a new rope to her harness from behind, throwing it over the suspended pole and drawing it tight until Trish could only stand on tip-toe. Fascinated, I watched this tiny girl being tied. She endured her treatment without comment. No cries, no deep sighs, no objections — no reaction whatever — just stoic acceptance.
Jack attached an ankle rope to one leg, drawing it gently upward until it was level with the girl’s waist, tying it off outside her extended arm. She looked like a ballet dancer, one toe on the floor while the other leg was elevated well above horizontal. He repeated the treatment on the other leg, leaving Trish hanging from the roof, arms fully outstretched and legs equally stretched out, parallel to the floor. The stress showed on her face but she offered no sound or complaint.
Jack stood back to survey his work.
“Beautiful.” He whispered. “You okay so far?”
Trish nodded and stepping to her again, Jack ran his hands from her face, over her breasts and down to her pussy, rubbing her gently as if seeking a reaction. Getting none, Jack’s big hands drifted across to her tits to knead them and tease her nipples. Little murmurs of appreciation escaped the suspended girl. Jack opened her pussy, gently. Her response was immediate and we all knew she was lost. With her legs spread impossibly wide, Trish thrust her hips forward, trying to meet Jack’s probing hand.
“Awww, Jack, please…” she pleaded.
With a knowing grin, Jack stepped back from the girl to take hold of the control line holding the girl’s weight, easing it down slowly. He tied her off again and turned to me.
“Your turn” he grinned, dragging me across the floor until I lay directly under Trish, looking up into her weeping pussy.
Taking the control line again, he lowered Trish further until her pussy came to rest on my face. Jack used his foot to position me so that my mouth could reach Trish’s pussy and lowered a little more.
“Get to work Suzie.”
I was a long way ahead of him. As her body came down to meet me, my tongue was already extended to greet it. The way she was positioned allowed me to swipe my tongue from her ass to her clit and I think I did a pretty good job. Trish’s ropes allowed her hips freedom to move forward and back to maximise the touch of my tongue and I sensed her closing in on her orgasm.
Jack stood over me so he was face to face with the suspended Trish. His bare foot (when had he discarded his shoes?) teased my wide open pussy. Although I could not see what he was doing, Trish’s reactions made it clear that he was pleasing her upper body.
It couldn’t last of course. Trish had been so quiet and non-reactive in her bondage that when she could no longer deny her impending orgasm, she exploded. She screamed. She used language that would make a bullock driver blush. She cursed me. She cursed Jack. She thanked us both. She continued to babble incoherently and finally when her orgasm subsided, she collapsed into her ropes.
Jack roughly dragged me aside and quickly lowered Trish to the floor. In no time he had removed her ropes. She slowly recovered from her faint, flinging her arms around the big man’s neck and weeping uncontrollably. He sat cross legged on the floor with the tiny girl curled up in his lap, unconcerned by her nudity and completely overcome with emotion.
“What have you done to me, Jack?” she cried. “that orgasm just went on and on until I couldn’t take it any more. It was beyond wonderful. Please Jack, just hold me now.”
For a long time, none of us spoke. Resisting the impulse to say something funny to break the silence, I left it to Trish, who between sobs, managed to repeat that she had never experienced an orgasm like this before and that the experience had frightened her. She needed to be held and comforted, which Jack understood, ignoring me while attending to her. Lying flat on my back and unable to move because my arms were still fastened to a long bamboo pole, I quietly observed Jack’s technique in bringing Trish back down. I understood her feelings perfectly. She would no doubt be wishing that she had Jack to herself if she thought about me at all. She would be quivering with need for him. How I longed to be in her skin right now!
My legs ached from being restricted for such a long time and were beginning to cramp. Just as I thought about asking Jack to release me, he turned, still cuddling Trish in his lap, and reached out with one hand to drag me in close. Skilfully using just one hand, he eased off the rope tying one of my legs, allowing it to relax and straighten. Still focused on Trish, he continued by working the rope off the arm on the same side. Finally, I was free to turn my body a little, despite the ache in my muscles.