The last weekend
By Janet and her slave. janetford@westnet.com.au
Three guys had a big weekend planned but the six girls they met had bigger plans for them.


2 Ray's Story


It was Friday evening. The week was over, the weekend loomed. As I drove at
a steady crawl around the M25, tonight, the start of the weekend was all I
was thinking about. Tomorrow I played in the FA Cup. It was only the first
qualifying round and about 14games and 8 months from Wembley but it was the
FA Cup. As my exit slowly approached I could hear our coaches words in my
ear from Wednesday night.

"It'll be the biggest game in your lives so don't wreck it by having a late
night on Friday." We all nodded agreement but in all honesty it would be
like any other Friday. We would enjoy the prospect of the game tonight,
because tomorrow, I'd be too nervous to even think about it.

Friday night. Boy's night out. Always had been, always would be. Probably
the biggest day of my life was looming and all I could think of enjoying
tonight, for as they say 'Tomorrow is promised to no one'

I raced up the exit ramp and followed the maze of roundabouts to my flat.
It was just after six. I had an hour before I was to be picked up.


3 Dot's Story


We were leading 48-36 with only a few minutes to go and we were coasting to
another victory. This win was important though, if we won we would be the
champions of the Watford and District netball league, Division 7 and as the
clock ticked down on another season Felicity, our young center, made
another fine interception and set up Cori for another goal.

I had the ball in my hands when the siren ended our season. There wouldn't
be too many more seasons. I was pushing 30 as was Cori and Jill. Janet and
Carmen were older than us; only Felicity had a few years in front of her.
The celebrations were short and sweet as we changed in the dressing room I
asked what the girls wanted to do in way of making it a night to remember.
Carmen and Janet said something and they both burst out laughing. I know
what they had in mind.

Our Netball team, The Vixen's, was a cover for our other another operation


4 Ray's Story


I phoned Chris and asked him if his car had arrived. It had. Chris had won
a promotion at work and with his new position he got a new car. "I've got a
BMW" he bragged. He deserved it. I've known Chris all my life. We met on
the first day of school and twenty-five years later we're still the best of
mates. He went into computers when they were just becoming popular worked a
zillion hours setting up web designs and talking another language that only
nerds seem to understand, but he's not a nerd, far from it, good bloke is
our Chris. I think the world of him, and if anyone deserved a brand new BMW
it was Chris.

 The other member of the Holy Trinity is Alan.  We didn't meet Alan until
about our third day at school. In the years since our first meeting we have
done the lot together. Suffered the catastrophic disappointment of failing
our trials at Watford, then even Barnet told us we were crap, by then we
knew our future wasn't going to be playing football.

 We enjoyed more birds in Benidorm than I care to remember, celebrated
twenty- firsts, engagements, weddings, Christenings. Everything. Alan and I
were probably the closest. We had a long list of girl friends and when
Chris was too busy Alan and I would take off with our latest flames and
have a dirty weekend somewhere, but at almost thirty one we were all still
single, it had been close but we were still surviving. Alan served his
apprenticeship in the print and had recently set himself up in a small
business but by his own admission it would be a few weeks before he'd be
buying a Beamer!

 As I waited for Chris to arrive George, our coach called to remind me
about tomorrow. As if I could forget.


5 Dot's Story


Last year to celebrate her promotion, Carmen and Janet went out on the
town. They kidnapped a guy from a nightclub filled him with enough Viagra
to kill a horse, and then fucked his brains out for a weekend! It was true.
They were a wild couple of gals. Ever since that night they have been
trying to get me interested in another encounter. I'm interested, but my
interests lie in a bit of a darker side of the room. I'd like to kidnap a
man and torture him! I have discussed my thoughts with Cori and I was
surprised when she told me, she knew what I meant. All these thoughts were
milling through my head when we walked out to the cars. We had discussed
the Pro's and Con's of a Female Dominated Society. Janet and Carmen were
trying to make it their lifestyle. I knew tonight that something would
happen. We all wanted it to.

  My white Golf gleamed under the car park lights. It had started to rain
again. Jill and Cori came with me and Carmen and Felicity jumped into
Janet's Toyota. They pulled up beside my car. I wound down my window.
"Follow me Dot, it's gonna be an interesting evening"

And as we pulled out of the recreation club and headed across town I had a
feeling that Janet might be right.


6 Ray's Story

7

8 Chris was stoked. I walked out to admire his new toy. Something we had
done for many a Christmas, as we got bigger so did our toys. I phoned Alan
and told him we were on our way. Ten minutes later the three of us were
riding in the lap of Bavarian luxury. "Where to?" asked Chris as we headed
toward to motorway. "I dunno, let's just have a quiet one, as per Georges
instructions." I thought Alan was serious for a moment, 'til he burst out
laughing.

The road was choked with traffic. A combination of late night shopper's,
people still heading home from work, and some early revelers, and the M25
doing it's best to live up to its reputation as the biggest parking lot in
England.

 As we approached the St Albans turn off a white Toyota Celica pulled up
beside us. Chris looked across and caught the passenger's eye. "I wonder
where they are going?" He said to himself as much as anyone else. "Why
don't you ask her," I said from the passenger seat. So he did.


9 Dots Story


I noticed the three guys in the Beamer before Janet, and Jill called her on
her mobile phone. "Three! There are three of them." Janet said

"So. Nothing we can't handle," Jill replied.  There was a short silence
"OK. OK" Janet said. I was becoming excited.

I noticed Carmen talking to the driver of the BMW; I could hear their
conversation through Jill's phone. The guy was doing his best, but not very
original. I heard Carmen say that we were going to a party the guys invited
themselves and a couple of minutes later they followed Janet's car up the
off ramp towards St Albans. We followed.

 God knows what the guys must have been thinking as we took one lane after
another in the maze that surrounds St Albans. All the time we were driving
Jill and Carmen were talking on the phone setting the trap. They had taken
the bait. We could have driven to Scotland and they would have followed us.
"I'm taking the next left," said Janet, "after a couple of seconds I'm
going to stop, pull up right behind them then we'll get out."

I'm not sure if it was because we planned it so well, or because men are so
stupid and naïve, possibly a combination of both but the out come was
exactly as expected.

Men are so gullible and vulnerable. We had everything on our side.

Surprise. The last thing these three expected was to be jumped by six young
women.

Chivalry. This is dieing, and nights like this one will be another nail in
chivalry's coffin.  If a real man is hit by a woman he won't respond in
kind, he'll normally go on the defensive, i.e. He won't hit back. By the
time he realizes that he's in trouble it's too late.

Experience. Now this is a funny one. Most men don't know how to fight! Sure
they may have had a dust up in the playground when they were kids one or
two may have been involved in a brawl at a football match once upon a time,
but how many fight on a regular basis. Not many. Janet, Carmen, Jill and I
all go to Thai boxing training. All six of us work out with weights. Cori
works as a security guard and Carmen used to be a police officer. Janet was
in the Army. We're not exactly the Six Samurai but I bet we've seen more
action than our intended victims.

Janet's brake lights came on, we all slowed and finally stopped. Both Janet
and Carmen waited until we stopped, then got out, on cue the driver and the
guy in the front seat also got out of the BMW. I turned my lights off to
prevent blinding my friends then Cori and I got out. Carmen and Janet
approached the two men. I noticed Felicity behind Carmen and watched as
Cori quickly slipped between the cars and I heard Jill behind me. I was
extremely nervous but confident. Then in the blink of an eyelid it erupted.
Janet led the way without warning or notice. She hammered into the driver,
a split second later Carmen attacked the man in front of her, as expected
the third guy jumped out to go to their assistance and I jumped on his
back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his head. I
noticed Cori grab Janet's opponent around the neck and pull him across the
bonnet of the Beamer. It was on. Carmen was just in front of me as she
slammed her knee into his groin again, he squealed like a pig, as he
collapsed on to all fours on the road, I felt my little man jump and inch
or two as Jill slammed her foot between his legs from behind and he
stumbled and we fell. Cori had the driver pulled over the bonnet and was
trying to pin him, Janet forced his legs apart and drove another knee into
his groin. He screamed in agony as she hit the spot again. Felicity and
Carmen were right beside Jill and I, Felicity grabbed the guy by the hair,
"Pull him back, Fizz. Pull him back" Carmen yelled.  Felicity hauled the
unfortunate back on to his haunches and Carmen rammed her foot into his
unprotected groin. She almost lifted him off of the ground. My guy was
swearing like a trooper but I wasn't afraid of his threats, I held him as
Jill forced his legs apart and stomped on his groin. " Again Jill, Again,"
I yelled from under him. He screamed a tortured oath as I climbed on top of
him. Jill pulled his shoes off and held his legs up. "No, no" he tried to
protest but Jill was merciless and stomped on him again. I looked across to
Cori, she had her man. She sat on him facing the windscreen his face
between her thighs she pinned him to the bonnet as Janet started to strip
him. Janet had his trousers unzipped and by the way he was screaming and
squirming I'd say she had  pretty good grip of something between his legs.
Felicity had pulled their victim on to his back and sat on his face. She
sat beside Jill who was now undoing our guy's pants. I sat on his face
facing towards his feet and started to rip his shirt off. I watched as Jill
unbuckled his belt and tore open the top of his trousers, she unzipped his
fly and pulled his trousers over his hips and dragged them off. She took
the wallet and keys from the pockets and threw the trousers into the
darkness. "He won't be needing those," She said laughing. There was a lot
of laughter now the tension was evaporating. To the victor the spoils.
Beside us Carmen and Fizz had their man stripped, Carmen ripped off his
underpants and grabbed a handful of his genitals and yanked his arse of the
road. We all burst out laughing as he screamed into Felicity's bottom. "Let
him see me Fizz" I heard Carmen say. Felicity moved back and allowed Carmen
to look at her victim. "These are mine," yelled Carmen. "Any arguments?"
She squeezed the things viscously again, hoisting him even higher. " I
can't hear you," She yelled above his screams. Jill ripped off our guy's
underpants and tried to match Carmen by hoisting our victim off the road.
He squealed into my bottom as Jill struggled to match Carmen. She failed.
"Hang on my one's heavier than yours," joked Jill.

"OK. Swap!" I sat in amused silence as they changed partner. "Ready." Each
woman grabbed their victim by the balls. "Go" And judging by the noise he
was making under me I'd say Carmen was lifting him higher and as it turned
out longer. The fight was over but the adrenalin was still pumping. "Let me
have a go." I heard myself saying. Jill grabbed our slut by the hair as I
grabbed his balls. Felicity did likewise we lifted them together. I dug my
nails into his scrotum and hauled him off the road. He squealed and
squirmed completely at my mercy.  "Scream you fucker, scream." I yelled at
him. Felicity held her slut up a bit longer, but mine made more noise!

Cori and Janet pulled their slut off the bonnet of the car and we herded
the three of them into the lights of the BMW. They looked a pathetic sight.
Whatever confidence or bravado that might have been there had long since
evaporated. They cowered before us defeated and at our mercy. I loved it


10 Ray's Story

 We followed the Celica for what seemed like an hour but in truth was only
about 15 minutes. The lanes were getting smaller and smaller and I know
Chris was getting a bit concerned about scratching his new car. We finally
turned into what looked like dirt track, there were fields on both sides
and the lights of the traffic on the M25 in the far distance. "Where the
fuck are we?" Asked Alan. "The stupid bitch has got to be lost" he
continued, voicing all our thoughts.  To confirm this the brake lights of
the Celica flashed in front of us. I had been aware of a car behind us for
sometime and that stopped behind us. Chris got out his side and I thought
I'd get a bit better acquainted with the passenger as she got out. It had
stopped raining, it was but it was very wet under foot. The tall blonde
approached me and as I was about to say something, when, Pow! She hammered
her knee into my balls! Chris was hit at the same time. I've been hit in
the balls before it happens about once a season, but I've never been
deliberately kicked. I went down like a sack of shit.  I noticed Chris
being dragged across the bonnet of his car. The women were yelling "Fizz,
Cor, Jan, the screams were our. Chris was hurt, so was Alan. Pow! I was
kicked again. Fuck it hurt. I fell on to my hands and knees my head was
yanked back I tried to say something but it came out as a scream. " No, no,
no."  I was extremely vulnerable. The blonde kicked me in the groin again.
I heard Alan scream as he was kicked again, he was right beside me. I was
pulled on to my back, completely helpless, someone sat on my face and I
felt my belt being unfastened. "What the fuck" I tried to say but I could
say nothing I struggled to breath beneath the woman on top of me. I was
stripped. My trousers were removed and my underpants were then ripped of
and my balls were grabbed and squeezed.  I screamed "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH"
I was hoisted off of the road by my balls. I could hardly breathe. "Please,
I can't breathe" I tried to shout but it came out as cry. The woman sitting
on my face slid back and allowed me some air. The Blonde stood in front of
me stretching my ball bag to a point where I thought she would rip it off.
"These are mine." She spat. I was screaming in agony as she twisted and
gouged and crushed my balls. "PLEEEEEEEEAAAASSSSTTOPPPPPPPP!" Again and
again I was hauled of off the road by my balls. These women were fuckin'
crazy. I couldn't see. The lights from the car either blinded me, or I was
I was under someone's backside. I don't know how many there were. Six?
Eight? We were dragged into the headlights of the car. Chris was crying,
this amused them.  We were kicked and pulled to our knees and made to kneel
in the front of Chris' Beamer. "What d'you want?"   Alan attempted, but
before he could finish the sentence a woman stepped forward and slapped him
hard across the face. "Shut your stupid fuckin' mouth. You only speak when
you are spoken to. Has anyone spoken to you?"

 "No." he mumbled. Whack. She hit him again.

"Wrong fuckin' answer. The answer is, No Mistress Janet. Repeat it she
yelled, standing over him, threatening him to defy her. He backed down. "No
Mistress Janet," he obediently replied.  The women cheered.


11 Dot's Story

Janet stood in front of the three men Cory, Jill and Felicity stood behind
and Carmen and I stood to either side. "Well I'd like to thank you three
for a gallant effort. I'd like to, but I won't. You were pathetic! We
didn't even work up a sweat, but I guess for men you didn't do a bad job,
we didn't expect much and that's exactly what you gave us! I told you we
were going to a party, and we are, we're just not too sure of the exact
location." Janet stood before them, all five foot three of her, she was our
unofficial leader and although one of the guys before her was almost as
tall as her on his knees, there was no doubt in anyone's mind who was in
command. " I went to Canada a few years ago and I was invited to a hunting
lodge, it's not really what I like, I prefer two legged game." We laughed.
"One of the rituals I disliked was that after a moose or a deer had been
killed it was quite common to throw the dead beast on the hood of the truck
and drive around town with the thing tied to the hood for a couple of days!
A stupid pursuit, or so I thought. What d'you reckon girls. How would these
three beasts look tied to the hood of a car?"

There was a resounding cheer and Jill and Felicity grabbed the nearest male
and dragged him across the hood of the BMW. With shoelaces and belts they
tied him spread-eagled to the front of the car. His wrists were tied to the
front door frame around the window, and his ankles were tied to the front
bumper. Carmen, Cori and I grabbed a second and dragged him to the front of
Janet's Celica and tied him in a similar fashion to the front of her car.
"Where's the other one? Where's the other one gone?"

        "You're joking, you've got to be joking, laughed Carmen, he's was
there only a second ago! He's naked for Christ's sake. He can't be far!"




12 Ray's Story

13 They dragged Chris off and started to tie him to his car. Alan was next
to me and he was grabbed by the balls and hauled away. For a brief second I
was left unattended and I saw my chance. Outside of the area bathed by the
headlights it was pitch black. No moon, low cloud. I merely rolled quietly
into the darkness. It was only seconds before I was missed but it was
enough time to get to the other side of the ditch beside the road and into
the field. Once there I started to run toward the lights of the M25. I
didn't have a clue what I was going to do when I got there. I didn't care.
I'd literally cross that road when I got to it. The field was wet and
slippery, and my balls were the size of mandarins, but I managed a steady
pace and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I picked up my pace up even
more.

14 The headlights picked me out. "There he is." I heard a voice in the
distance. They must have been a hundred and fifty to two hundred yards
away, they won't catch me, I thought.

15 I'd been running for about five minutes but the motorway lights seemed
further away than ever. The sight of a couple of silhouettes chasing me
spurred me on, but not for long, I'm a sprinter not a marathon runner. My
night vision was good, too good. I couldn't believe how much ground they
had gained on me. It wasn't long before I could I hear them squelching up
behind. I was still a long way from the motorway. I wasn't going to make
it.

16 A perfect rugby tackle hit me. I thought they were still a bit behind
me. Her arms locked around my thighs and slid down my legs pulling me down.
"No! No!" I cried in disbelief as I crashed to the ground. Quick as a flash
she slammed her hand between my legs. "Gotcha!" she screamed in triumph as
her fingers wrapped around my balls and squeezed. She wrapped her arm
around my neck and yanked my neck back. "You've made a big mistake," she
muttered not even out of breath. "Please don't." I heard myself utter.

17  "Don't what? I'll do what I fuckin' like," and to endorse that she
squeezed my balls even tighter. I screamed. "When we get you back, you're
mine. I'm gonna enjoy breaking you." The other girl pulled up.

18 "Well done Cor," she said sounding a bit more like she'd run a couple of
miles than her friend. They tied my hands behind me and then quickly looped
the rope around my balls and knotted it tight. I squealed in pain much to
their delight. Cori grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. She
stood in front of me five foot five, five six. I towered over her almost a
head taller than her. "Spread your legs." She ordered

19 "Please don't," I begged. She slapped me hard across the face

20 "One more time. Spread 'em." She demanded. I obeyed her, and she drove
her knee into my groin hammering the target. I crashed to the ground
polaxed. They grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. "No, please. I beg you
please. No!" She was merciless as she rammed her knee into my groin again,
splattering my balls. I collapsed in agony. As I lay there, semi conscious
they descended on me again. They tied another string to my balls. They
yanked on the line. "Lets go," and they started to drag me across the field
by my balls. "If you don't get up in the next couple of seconds I'm going
to rip them off," Cori warned and I believe she meant it. I staggered to my
feet and followed them back to the cars.


21 Dot's Story

Cori hurt him. I've whacked a few guys in the nuts, but Cori did it with a
venom I've never seen before, and he deserved everything she gave him. I
just wish I'd got to him first! As we got a bit closer to the cars it
started to rain again, just what we needed. I nearly stumbled over a small
log in our haste to get back. "Hang on Cor, bring him back here." She
yanked him back and we tied his ball-line to the log! "Lets run back, see
how fast he is now!" He was crushed when we got back. So were his friends.
Despite the heavy drizzle that was falling the girls gave us a hero's
welcome and we paraded our prize before them. He cowered before Janet. She
grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back. "Never, ever
underestimate the power of the Sisterhood. We are infinitely stronger than
you mere males will ever be!" She announce as he sobbed at her feet.

The rain started to fall harder as we tied him to the front of my Golf. For
his sins we decided to tie him there upside down! His ankles were tied to
the top of front doors his wrists were tied to the bumper and his head was
somewhere between the headlights! I grabbed his ball-line and reefed on it
and tied it to something at the back of the car. It was raining so hard by
then I didn't care what I tied it to.

It was an unusual convoy that nipped through the lanes. As expected we
never saw another car. We drove for about five minutes before we started to
approach the motorway. Janet slowed and stopped. We pulled up behind her.
The slut tied to the front of my car was crying like a baby. It was music
to our ears.  "I've been talking to Debbie McLuskey," said Janet. "She's
got a farm for sale somewhere around here. She's on her way over here now.
Why don't we give the boys their medicine, it'll be working by the time we
get them to the farm. Be shame if they kept us waiting!"

      " Wouldn't it?" I agreed. My little slut was so meek and mild I could
have spoon fed him shit and he would have taken it with a smile. We raced
around the lanes, but kept returning to the rendezvous point every ten
minutes or so. As I returned for the second time I noticed two things.
Debbie's van was there and the slut on my bonnet had a ten-inch erection!
They all did! Debbie got out of her van and burst out laughing. We were in
hysterics. I'd never seen anything so funny. "What sort of an emblem is
that?" Asked Debbie in stitches.

"It's a Dick-eration!" I corrected her. She laughed even harder. She shook
her head and returned to her van.   "Follow me," she said, when she'd
finally composed herself. We followed the white van through the lanes for
about ten minutes before we turned into a driveway that led to a small
deserted farm.

The house was cold and dark but an improvement on the weather outside.
Debbie ran around and after a couple of seconds she had the power on and
she turned on a few lights. The place hadn't been lived in for quite a
while. A green threadbare carpet covered the floor and some equally ugly
wallpaper covered the walls, the bare light bulbs added another dimension
to the depressing scene. Perfect, I thought when I walked around inspecting
the downstairs rooms. Cori brought the first slut in. He was the one tied
to Janet's car. Cori and Felicity dragged him across the floor. They forced
him to his knees his six-inch erection bouncing in front of him. "Looks
like he's pleased to see us," said Carmen

"It's a shame he doesn't have more to be pleased with" I commented. Carmen
laughed and flicked his dick with her foot. Janet and Debbie dragged the
second slut in and they were followed by Jill and Fizz with the slut who
was tied to my car. They looked a pitiful sight. Soaked, covered in mud and
dirt, they knelt before us, shivering, and two of them were crying
uncontrollably. The seven of us surveyed the scene with a certain
satisfaction. The so-called stronger sex cowered before us. I was getting
excited at what prospects the evening held. "Raymond Sellers?" Janet asked
with a wallet in her hand. "Which one of you pathetic pieces of shit is
Raymond Sellers?"

"I am." The one tied to my car managed between sobs. Cori hit him with a
belt across his shoulder. "The correct answer is 'I am. Mistress Janet.'"
Cori demanded. She was wet. Her long blonde hair hung in ratstails a down
her back, her white blouse was transparent her nipples hard, were almost
visible through her white bra. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm Ray Sellers,
Mistress Janet" he meekly replied. Janet looked at him, she wasn't as wet
as Cor but I'd seen her better dressed. Her usually immaculate styled hair
was flat and stuck to her face. She wore a pink blouse that had lost a
couple of buttons and was open below her bra it gave her a cavalier
appearance as she stood before them legs apart, arrogant, dominant, her
black skirt, streaked with the dirt of battle, was hemmed a couple of
inches above her knee, her tights torn at the knee. She looked like a
valiant victorious warrior, which of course is what she was, and Raymond
Sellers looked like her defeated enemy, which of course is what he was. He
looked up at Janet for a second but she stared him down and he bowed his
head. She opened another wallet.  "Christopher Woods." Janet announced.
"That's me, Mistress Janet".

"Good boy, Christopher." Janet mocked. He was the one with the six inch
erection.

 "Apart from yourself, who else do you hope to satisfy with that thing?"
Janet asked. We laughed. He blushed. He had a lot to blush about! "So you
must be Alan Randle"

" Yes, Mistress Janet" The third one correctly replied

" Girl's I want you to meet Ray, Chris and Al.


21.1.1 Ray's Story

I've never been so terrified in my life. The crazy bitch tied me to the
front of her car, like something out of Mad Max, except I was tied upside
down. My head was only inches from the road as she drove like a lunatic
through the darkness. Sometimes the car in front would throw up shit from
the road. I kept my eyes closed. They drove around like this for ages I was
scared shitless. I prayed for it to stop I screamed but no one heard me.
Then we stopped. There was another car there. I was forced to swallow a
couple of pills. Then we went off again even faster than last time. The
rain kept falling we skidded and slid around the lanes. It was a nightmare
a genuine nightmare. Then it got worse! We stopped at a farmhouse and we
were dragged inside the house and for the first time I got a look at the
crazy bitches who were doing this to us.

Janet was there leader. She addressed us after they had beaten us up. She
was short, only a bit over five foot. She had short blonde hair, pink
blouse and a white bra under the torn blouse. One of the bitches who chased
me over the field was to my right, her curly blonde mane was a mess that
hung to the shoulders. She wore a black T-shirt and black jeans. I glanced
sideways at her but averted my eyes when she looked at me. Christ, I was
scared of her! The one called Cori was behind me and she laid into me any
chance she could. " Ok girls lets get a work party going. Cor, Fizz and
Jill take half inch and get some fire wood and get a fire started. Get some
money out of his account and lets get some drinks and food. Carmen why
don't we take Ray here and see if he's as good as he looks.

I was grabbed by the hair and ordered to crawl beside Janet. I think Alan
was taken by the other two. They took me upstairs and into what was once
the main bedroom. "Get over there and get ready for us" Janet ordered.
Janet started to undress, she unbuttoned her blouse and turned to me.
"There are two rules. Rule One. You stay erect. We've got enough Viagra to
sink a ship so that won't be a problem" She unzipped her skirt and it fell
in a heap at her feet she stepped out of it. She pulled her torn tights
over her hips and stood before me in her white bra and yellow satin G-
string. "Rule Two. You do not come. Failure to obey rule two could be very
unfortunate for you."

 Carmen peeled off her white blouse. "Of course if you should come, you'll
be surprised just how painful the second erection can be. She laughed as
she pulled down her navy blue skirt. "Remember Adam?"

"How could I forget Adam?" mused Janet as she unfastened her bra. Her
breasts tumbled out. They were small and pert with hard, erect nipples.
"Look at him like a one eyed cat in a fish shop, snapped Carmen and she
backhanded me her ring cutting my cheek Carmen was taller than Janet about
five seven. She had short blonde hair that just covered her ears and her
collar her breasts were bigger than Janet's. She peeled her black lace
bikinis over her hips and threw them into the corner. "On your back,"
Carmen demanded. I obeyed. Carmen sat on my face. "Lick and suck my little
slut and don't stop until I tell you to."

Janet stroked me a couple of time. Then impaled herself on my cock and away
they went.


21.1.2 Dot's Story

I let Cori go with Debbie. I wanted to have some more fun with these pricks
I wasn't ready to fuck them yet. Jill and Fizz are a lot of fun and I knew
we could have some a bit of a laugh with Chris, he seemed terrified. "See
if you can find some wood girls I'm almost certain that I know where to
find some paper. Fizz and Jill took Chris with them and scouted around the
outside of the house looking for something to burn. I went straight to the
BMW and took all of the paperwork from the glove box. Service manual,
warranty paraphernalia it all burns the same as newspaper. Chris returned
with an armful of firewood and then returned for some more. "There's a wood
shed just next door," Jill told me I ripped up the service manual and
started the fire. Chris made three trips and by the third trip we had
enough wood to burn for the night.  I got the fire going as Fizz and Jill
started to interrogate our hapless slut. He knelt behind me as Jill picked
up his wallet she took one of his credit cards from it and held it in front
of him " PI Number" She asked. Jill is a petit little thing, probably
shorter than Janet but a vicious little minx. She wore a denim shirt that
was completely unbuttoned. She wore a black bra under the shirt and blue
denim jeans. He said nothing. "Once more." But Felicity didn't have Jill's
patience and she slashed the belt across his back. " We want the PIN now!"
demanded Felicity. Jill grabbed his head and pulled him onto his stomach
and sat on the back of his head. Felicity brought the belt slashing across
his backside again. The fire was going and no longer needed my attention so
I turned towards the scene behind me. "Hit him again Fizz." Jill called.
She brought the belt across his arse again. Felicity was the only non
-blonde in our group. Only 19 she was also the youngest. She slashed the
belt across the top of his thighs. He squealed and struggled beneath Jill,
but he was going nowhere. "Again Fizz." She didn't need to be told she
whipped him again and again, warming to the task. Six, seven, eight, nine,
ten, eleven. She gave him twenty lashes. He was a sobbing wreck when Jill
stood up and we dragged him to his knees. "PIN?" I asked. His tear stained
face appealed to me "Please Mistress  don't make...' I hit him across the
face. "Strap his balls, Fizz." I ordered. We pushed him onto his back. Jill
sat on his face. I grabbed a leg and Fizz grabbed the other and we pulled
his legs apart. "No. No" He screamed into Jill's bottom. He struggled
manfully (whatever that means) and Fizz waited until she had an
unrestricted shot at his crotch and she splattered his manhood! He screamed
in agony. Jill looked down between her thighs.  "Again?" She asked. "Again
Fizz."

"NO!" he screamed. "NO!" Too late and Fizz slashed him between the legs
again. Jill stood up and we watched as he writhed at our feet. He rolled
around sobbing, holding his battered nuts. "PIN" asked Jill.

 "1009."He told us. "1009." He repeated, sobbing. "Please stop. I beg you
please stop this."

 Jill stood over him. "We haven't even started, and this one. What's the
PIN for this one?" She asked

"0726" he managed between sobs

"Good boy," mocked Jill. "And this Amex. I like Amex. No limit." He
hesitated for a second. Felicity ripped into him again. "Obey me you
fucker." Felicity yelled as she pursued him across the floor, slashing at
him. Her thick dark hair hung around her head like a curtain. Her white
blouse was completely unbuttoned. She wore a navy blue satin bra under it,
her navy mini skirt wet from the rain flapped around her thighs as she
lashed him again and again. He squealed "2041, 2041"

"You stupid man, you stupid, stupid man! You will obey us. You will do
everything we tell you to do. Do you understand me?" She asked standing
over him

'Yyes Mistress." He stammered

"I'm Mistress Felicity, but you can call me Goddess Felicity"

"Yes I understand Goddess Felicity," he meekly replied. We laughed.
Breaking this one would be simple. " Now move your hands I want to whip
your balls again." Felicity ordered. He did. And Felicity ripped the belt
into his groin again. Felicity turned to me laughing and said. "He is
either very obedient or extremely stupid." She took his driving license
from his wallet and read out his address "Who d'you live there with?" I
asked.

"I live on my own Mistress.." He paused

"Dot, you will call me Mistress Dot." I told him.

"I live by myself Mistress Dot."

"Anyone going to miss you tonight?" I asked.

"No Mistress Dot."

"Good." Jill was the only one amongst us who didn't look like she'd been
dragged through a hedge backwards. Armed with Chris' credit cards and PIN
numbers she took off in the BMW to buy some goodies, with the promise to
phone us if any of the information that Chris had given us was false.


21.1.3 Rays Story

They seemed insatiable Carmen seemed to be experiencing a permanent orgasm.
One shuddering spasm seemed to roll into another. I laboured below her
licking and sucking to as if my life depended upon my performance as Janet
enjoyed my penis. They swapped once, twice, three times. My mouth was numb
and ached, my cock was sore, my balls were swollen. They were lesbians or
bi-sexual. They kissed and fondled each other, they used me but were really
unaware of my presence. I don't know how long their lovemaking lasted, if
that's what it was, but eventually they finish and they got off of me.
Carmen tied my hands behind my back with Janet's tights and hog- tied me. I
was pushed on to my back. My ball-line was still tied to my scrotum and
Janet tugged it a few times, causing me to yelp. "Keep that thought. I'll
be back." She said smiling. They took their clothes and went downstairs and
left me alone in the darkness.

I don't know how long I laid there but eventually I heard a car arrive and
it sounded like a party was happening downstairs. Some music and laughter I
heard glasses tinkling and guessed they had bought some booze. I heard
Chris scream they were torturing him. I heard him scream again and the
girls laughing.

 The light came on, Cori walked into the room. "Well, well look what I've
found." She held a glass in her hand and stood in the doorway dressed only
in her black lace knickers, her nipples hard and erect. "Don't you look
inviting?" She said, her speech slightly slurred. And she untied my legs
and fucked me. Debbie was next, followed by Carmen and Janet again. When
they had finished with me they dragged me downstairs. Carmen rode me like a
horse into the front room. The scene that greeted me was like something out
of Sodom and Gomorrah. Alan was on his back two women, it looked like
Debbie and Cori, were fucking him. Chris had a bucket tied to his balls and
water was being poured into the bucket. His balls were stretched almost to
his knees!  His wrists were tied to the mantelpiece, his arse was being
toasted in front of the fire. He was in agony. His screams were muted by a
gag. "Wanna trade places with him." Asked Janet. No reply was necessary.
One of the younger ones, Felicity I think it was, had a stick burning in
the fire and every now and then she would pull it from the embers and tap
his dick or balls with its smoldering tip causing Chris to scream and
bounce the filling bucket which in turn seemed to stretch his balls even
further.

"Tug of War," announced Debbie  "C'mon lets have a tug of war." She was
also getting drunk. But still seemed to know what she wanted. All the women
appeared to be down to their underwear. Debbie and Cori were naked but for
some reason pulled their underwear back on when they dismounted from Alan.
Carmen sat on my back and Debbie sat on Alan's. My ball-line was tied to my
balls the other end was tied to Alan's nut sack. Janet sat in front of me
about five feet away and Cori sat against the other wall facing Alan, the
object of the exercise was to crawl to your Mistresses pussy except I was
going in one direction and Alan was going in the other. The first couple of
inches was uneventful the rest was undiluted agony. My swollen tortured
balls had been abused enough or so I thought. The women were merciless.
They whipped us and whipped us. I screamed in agony as Alan tried to tug me
across the carpet and I did my equal best to get to my Mistress. Janet
could reach me and she slapped hard across the face but I couldn't gain an
inch neither could Alan. They whipped us again and again we tried God knows
we tried but we were unable to move any closer. I was crying begging for
them to stop end this nightmare. I was hit repeatedly by Carmen, I was
kicked "Move you useless bastard. Move." Yelled Carmen, slashing at my
backside. Janet backhanded me. But I was going nowhere "PLEASE. NO PLEASSES
NO MISTRESSTPLEASTOPPP." I screamed. Alan was the same begging, pleading
for them to stop. Jill and Felicity, tiring with Chris for a few seconds
joined in and took side. But we didn't move. It lasted for along time
possibly an hour maybe more but neither Alan nor I were allowed to stop
until one of us had won. Janet slipped forward in the end and I kissed her
on her yellow pantied crotch to signify that she had won. She pulled the
gusset away and I tongued her again. Janet wrapped her leg around my neck
and kept my frenzied attention for a while longer. I lapped at her pussy
for an age. The women sat around talking. I was buried beneath Mistress
Janet. Cori sat on Alan's face and he obediently licked his Mistress while
Chris was Dot's seat. They ruled nothing else mattered. They ruled.


Dot's Story

The evening was winding down. It was about three in the morning. The room
was getting cold again as the fire died in the grate. "What d'you reckon
girls. Call it a night?" I asked. Ray was still slavishly licking away
between Carmen's legs. His erection was vacant. Janet had dismounted a few
minutes ago and was getting dressed. Jill and Felicity had discarded Chris
like a dirty backside. He lay on the kitchen floor tied up. He had been
badly beaten and I was wondering what we should do. "What should we do with
them Janet?" I asked

"Keep 'em here?"

"How long for?"

"Keep 'em for the weekend. That Ray isn't going anywhere 'til I find
another piece of arse like his again. She sat on the counter in the
kitchen. "It's been a good night Dot, one of the best I can remember.
"Wanna do it again tomorrow?"

"Why not. Make it a weekend to remember. What about the sluts?" I asked

"What about 'em?"

"Keep them as prisoners?" She seemed to like the idea.

"Why not"

"Yeah, Why not?"


This is my first attempt at writing anything. I hope I haven't tried to be
too clever with the format I'd be very interested in any comments. E-mail
me at janetford@westnet.com.au