Depths of Depravation (23 page)

‘I find that it’s always best to begin with the riding crop,’ he said, lowering the top half of the frame, her naked body bending over until her long black hair cascaded over the floor. He stroked the firm flesh of her naked bottom, and then moved his hand down between her parted thighs and cupped the swell of her pussy lips. ‘The crop will warm you up in readiness for the cane.’

The riding crop wasn’t too bad, Belinda thought, as the leather loop landed across each twitching buttock in turn. Her naked buttocks warming, turning red, she squeezed her eyes shut and endured the beautiful thrashing as her master chuckled. But she wasn’t looking forward to the thin bamboo cane. The swishing sound, the loud cracks…The cane was a horrendous punishment. But she’d defied him by not shaving her vulval stubble, she reflected. She deserved the cane, she mused, as the leather loop repeatedly lashed her naked buttocks.

Brian would be home soon, she thought fearfully. He’d notice her shaved pussy, her weal-lined bottom and…Wondering whether to make out that she wasn’t well, she pondered on sleeping in the spare room. If she kept coughing, she could suggest that she sleep in the spare room so as not to disturb him. If he was only home for a week, she might get away with it. But, what would happen when he next came home? Trying not to plan too far ahead, she was thankful that there were no telltale signs of anal sex. He’d never discover that she’d had two penises shafting her rectum, pumping spunk deep into her bowels.

‘I reckon that you need a double screwing,’ Tony said, halting the thrashing. ‘One cock shafting your sweet arse and another screwing your hot pussy.’

‘Never,’ Belinda said, her twitching buttocks stinging. ‘There’s no way I’m going to have two men –’

‘I wasn’t giving you a choice,’ he cut in. ‘I was just thinking that you need a double fucking.’

‘Tony, I –’

‘With two massive cocks shafting your tight holes, rubbing together through the thin walls of your pussy and your arse…How about a third cock fucking your pretty mouth? Three cocks, Belinda. Three cocks fucking and spunking your holes.’

To her sheer horror, the notion excited her. But she knew that she’d never commit the debased act. Triple adultery, she mused, as Tony discarded the riding crop and grabbed the cane from the small corner table. Three men, three cocks…Her naked body jolted as the thin bamboo landed squarely across her glowing buttocks and she let out a shriek. Tony was a monster, she thought anxiously, as the cane again flailed her tensed bottom cheeks. Would he really invite two men to join him in his sexual debauchery?

‘No,’ she cried as the thin bamboo bit into the crimsoned flesh of her twitching bottom. ‘Tony, please…’

‘Harder?’ He chuckled, bringing the cane down across her bum with a deafening crack.

‘Please, no more.’

‘Do you promise to shave?’

‘Yes, I promise.’

‘And you want three cocks?’

‘No, not three.’

‘Two, then?’

‘No, Tony. You’re not going to share me with other men.’

‘You’ll agree to three cocks or I’ll resume the thrashing,’ he stated firmly.

‘Only a whore would have three men at once.’

‘And you’re a whore, so what’s the problem?’

‘For God’s sake, Tony. I’m a woman, a person, not a lump of meat.’

‘You’re a slut, Belinda, and you know it. I’ll be back in a minute.’

As he left the room, Belinda wondered whether he was going to invite two men to join him in using and abusing her tethered body. He wouldn’t do it, she mused, desperate to clutch her stinging buttocks. He’d already had another man shaft her rectal duct, she reflected. He wouldn’t force her to endure three cocks, would he? Her vaginal muscles tightening, her clitoris swelling between the fleshy lips of her pussy, she tried to push the images of three cocks spunking her naked body from her mind. Her bottom hole, her pussy, her mouth…

‘What are you doing?’ she asked as Tony returned and brought the frame upright.

‘Letting you go,’ he said. ‘My friends will be round this evening. In the meantime, you can go.’

‘Your friends?’

‘Three cocks, Belinda.’ He chuckled. ‘Before you go, I have a little surprise for you.’

‘I don’t want any surprises,’ she snapped. ‘Just let me go home and rub some cream into my bum. It hurts like hell. I won’t be able to sit down for a week.’

‘I bought this especially for you,’ he said, fixing a studded leather collar around her neck.

‘Tony…I can’t go home wearing this,’ she said angrily, tugging on the collar. ‘Take it off, for God’s sake.’

‘There’s a small padlock at the back, and only I have the key. Do you reckon that Desiree will like it?’

‘Tony, I want you to take it off.’

‘It’ll remind you that you belong to me.’

‘I do not belong to you or anyone else.’

‘And this one will remind you that you’re my sex slave.’ He chortled as he secured a leather belt around her waist.

‘Tony…Look, this has gone too far. Desiree will see the collar. How am I going to explain it?’

‘Tell her that it’s your new look. By the way, don’t bother to try cutting the collar off. Like the belt, it’s reinforced with steel wires.’

‘Now what…’ she began as he ran a metal chain between her thighs. Securing one end to the front of the leather belt, he pulled it tight and fixed the other end to the back. ‘Tony, for Christ’s sake…’

‘Nice and snug in your bum crack,’ he said with a laugh, releasing the handcuffs. ‘And your cunny crack. There, you can go home now.’

‘I can’t go home like this,’ she returned angrily. ‘Please, be reasonable.’

‘I’m allowing you to go home. That’s reasonable enough, isn’t it?’

‘All right, I’ll wear the belt. But at least take the collar off. I can hide the belt, but not the collar.’

Agreeing, he released the collar and watched her dress. Fuming as she pulled her T-shirt down to cover the belt, she was acutely aware of the metal chain running within the valley of her pussy, embedded deep within the ravine between her glowing buttocks. This was crazy, she thought, as she brushed her hair away from her pretty face with her fingers. If her husband saw the belt and the chain…Tony wouldn’t put her through that, she was sure, as he followed her downstairs. He wouldn’t be that much of a bastard, would he?

‘I’ll see you this evening,’ he said as she opened the front door.

‘I’m not coming here to have three men…’

‘In that case, the belt stays where it is. By the way, the chain is stainless steel. You’ll never cut through it.’

‘I’m not coming here this evening,’ she repeated.

‘That’s the deal, Belinda. You’ll take three cocks or the belt and chain stay.’

Walking to her front door, she knew that he wasn’t joking. Her buttocks on fire, the chain tight within her vaginal valley, she thanked God that he’d taken the collar off. At least Desiree was at college, she mused, as she closed the front door behind her. She bounded up the stairs to her bedroom and jumped when the phone rang. She moved to the bedside table and hesitated, her hand hovering over the receiver. It might be Brian, she thought, retracting her hand. She couldn’t speak to him wearing the leather belt and the chain.

Lifting her T-shirt as the phone finally stopped ringing, she gazed at her reflection in the dressing-table mirror. The belt was about an inch wide with large metal studs spaced close together. The chain was too tight to allow her to turn the belt to bring the padlock to the front. This was yet another nightmare, she mused angrily, tugging on the belt. Turning and gazing in the mirror at her crimsoned buttocks, she held her hand to her mouth. The weals wouldn’t fade for weeks, she was sure. The phone rang again.

‘Hello,’ she said softly, pressing the receiver to her ear.

‘It’s me,’ Brian announced. ‘There’s been another change of plan.’

‘Oh?’ she said, hoping that he wasn’t coming home early after all.

‘I won’t be home next week.’

‘Oh, right.’ She sighed with relief.

‘I’ll be home the day after tomorrow.’

‘What? I mean –’

‘Aren’t you pleased?’

‘Yes, of course I am. How long will you be home for?’

‘At least a week. Are you all right, Belinda?’

‘Yes, I’m fine.’

‘The first thing we’ll do is have a barbecue. Oh, and we’ll invite the chap next door.’

‘Yes, that’ll be nice.’

‘Right, I’d better go. This was just a quick call to tell you the good news. I’ll see you soon.’

‘Yes, that’s good news.’

‘Bye, love.’

Belinda replaced the receiver, turned and again looked at her reflection in the mirror. The belt had to go, she thought anxiously. And there was no way she was going to shave again. Lowering her T-shirt and pacing the bedroom floor, she tried to calm herself as she felt anger welling in the pit of her stomach. Thinking back to the day Tony had moved in, she shook her head and sighed. He’d taken liberties, used threats and blackmail to have his perverted way, he’d touched Desiree and…and now he wanted three men to share Belinda’s naked body.

Tugging on the metal chain running between her succulent vaginal lips, she recalled the photographs Tony had taken. He could use them as evidence of her debauchery, she reflected. If she didn’t do as he asked, when he asked, he could ruin not only her marriage but her relationship with her daughter. Tony obviously had no qualms about using blackmail to get what he wanted. If he threatened to show the photographs to her husband…The full extent of her predicament hitting her, she jumped as she heard a noise downstairs.

‘Is that you, Desiree?’ she called, walking onto the landing.

‘It’s me,’ Tony said, standing at the bottom of the stairs and grinning at her.

‘How the hell…’

‘The back door was open. I came round to –’

‘You can’t just walk into my house like this,’ she snapped, bounding down the stairs.

‘Of course I can. You’re my slave, Belinda. You’re at my beck and call and –’

‘Look, my husband will be home the day after tomorrow. I’ve got this damned belt and chain, my bottom is glowing a fire red, my pussy is shaved…Do you want to see me divorced? Because that’s what will happen if my husband –’

‘There’s no need to panic.’ He chuckled.

‘No need to panic? For Christ’s sake, Tony. How the hell am I going to explain all this? I should never have intervened. I should have allowed Desiree to go with you and…You’ve done all this. You’ve caused all this bloody trouble.’

‘Calm down,’ he said, stroking her cheek. ‘The belt is part of your training. You won’t be wearing it when your husband gets home, I promise.’

‘And my bum? What about the red lines criss-crossing my bum? And what about my shaved pussy? I’m a married woman, Tony. I don’t want to be trained as your bloody sex slave. I’m going to talk to Desiree. I’ll show her the belt and tell her everything.’

‘Is that wise?’

‘Maybe not, but I have no choice.’

‘What about the photographs? Would you like to show her those, too?’

‘What do you intend to do with them?’

‘They’re my insurance, Belinda.’

‘Insurance? What are you talking about? Oh, I see what you mean. You’re keeping them to blackmail me. Look, I’ve agreed to have sex with you and…’

‘In exchange for leaving Desiree alone.’

‘Yes. But, if I end up divorced, you’ll lose me. You have to be reasonable, Tony. Can’t you see that?’

‘I said that I’d take the belt off before your husband gets home.’

‘Yes, I know. But I can’t shave again. I might be able to get away with saying that I was trimming my pubes and went a little too far. If I keep my bum out of sight, I might be able to –’

‘Three cocks, Belinda. That’s the deal. No more shaving, no more caning, and the belt goes. But you’ll take three cocks.’

Holding her hand to her head as she followed Tony into the kitchen, she knew that she had no choice. But, would he keep his side of the bargain? He’d proved that he couldn’t be trusted by touching Desiree. Why should he keep his word now? Three men, she mused uncomfortably. Three men, three cocks…The notion firing her arousal, she wondered where Tony would stop. Three men, and then four or five or…

‘Do we have a deal?’ he asked her.

‘Do I have a choice?’ she returned, taking a bottle of wine from the fridge.

‘No, I suppose not. But you’re a slut, Belinda. You know how much you’d enjoy three cocks.’

‘Why bring other men into this?’

‘Because, at heart, that’s what you want.’

‘Of course it’s not,’ she hissed, filling a tumbler with wine. ‘The next thing you’ll be telling me is that you’re doing this for my sake.’

‘That’s a good way to look at it. I’m doing this to give you what you want.’

‘You’re mad.’

‘Come round at seven o’clock. We’ll be ready for you.’

‘No, Tony.’

‘I’ll see you later,’ he said, leaving by the back door.

‘Tony, wait.’

Watching as he walked across the lawn to the bushes, Belinda lowered her head and sighed. Committing adultery with one man was bad enough, she thought dolefully. But three men at once? Her stomach somersaulting as she pictured three solid penises, she wished that she could stop sex from ruling her life. She’d managed to quell her rampant libido successfully during her married life. But now? Why the hell had Tony moved in next door? she mused as she sipped her wine. Why on earth had Desiree fallen for him?

The situation was going from bad to worse, she knew, as she pondered on Brian inviting Tony to a barbecue. Desiree would be there, Tony would be grinning at Belinda – and Brian wouldn’t have a clue as to what was going on. Then again, after Desiree’s hints, he’d already had his suspicions. He was bound to realise that something was happening. Unless Belinda could compose herself and try to come across as normal. Normal? she mused. Having a barbecue with sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of her anus…How the hell could she come across as normal?

Three men, she again mused. Three cocks. Why was Tony so eager to share her naked body? Was he taking money from his male visitors? Why go to all the trouble of creating a sex den? The wooden frame, canes, handcuffs, vibrators…There was more to this than met the eye, she decided. Had he built the sex den with Belinda in mind, or his male callers? If he was selling Belinda for sex, then he probably planned to do the same with Desiree. There were too many unanswered questions.