The Last Weekend
By Janet and Her slave. E-mail me on janetford@westnet.com.au


Part II

Saturday


Just when the boys think that it can't get any worse, it does!

1 Rays Story

I don't know how I managed to fall asleep. Every cell in my body hurt, I
was trussed up like calf at a rodeo but somehow I managed to fall asleep,
sheer exhaustion must have taken over. The room was cold and I was
completely naked and it was the cold that woke me. The early morning light
came through the open window, the sky was gray it was raining and the wind
blew in gusts against the window rattling a loose pane. I shivered.


Dot's Story

I woke up at almost eleven. As I laid there the events of the previous
evening started to drift back. Had we really done that? Had we really raped
and kidnapped three guys? Were they still over at Debbie's farm? I sat up
in bed and reached for the phone. I called Janet. The phone rang three
times. She was up.

"Hi, Janet it's me. How are you feeling?" I asked

"Bloody great" She replied.

"So it wasn't a dream then."

"Don't think so. My muff is still aching. I haven't had a fuck like that in
a long time." She concluded.

"So we're all catching up again at two, yeah."

"Yeah. Do you want to come out to the farm with me in half an hour to make
sure our little sluts are behaving themselves."

"You just want to sample the goods again." I laughed

"Maybe. You wanna come with me."

"See you in half an hour."

When Janet arrived to pick me up she resembled the Janet I was used to.
Her hair was washed and she smelled of some exotic perfume. She looked
very attractive in a long navy blue skirt and navy sweater. It was cold,
it was only September but it felt later. As we drove out to the farm it
seemed a totally different place in daylight. The lanes that we were
driving along now bore no resemblance to the madness of last night. We
pulled up outside the farmhouse, nothing outside seemed familiar either,
but when we went inside it all came flooding back. Chris whom I been
torturing with Felicity and Jill was where we left him tied to the
mantelpiece, the fire had died before we left and the house was cold
again. He looked frozen, he had a look of fear and hate in his eyes. We
had beaten him up quite badly. The Viagra had obviously worn off and his
battered genitals looked painfully swollen and worse for wear. Jill had
branded her initials on his left buttock and Fizz on his right. We
checked his ties, they seemed secure, he wasn't going anywhere. We went
up stairs and into the main bedroom. Ray was where Cori and Carmen had
tied him. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Why, you aren't going anywhere" Janet replied. He was trussed up and she
was quite right. He wasn't going anywhere. His withered penis didn't whet
Janet's appetite as I thought it might. She seemed preoccupied. Alan was
tied up in the back bedroom we checked his ties. I enjoyed the situation.
We had three male sluts as our prisoners, people would start to miss them
and I wondered when the first missing person report would go in. Janet
returned to the main bedroom.

"What d'you have planned for us." Ray asked. He seemed resigned to his
fate.

"I'm not sure." Janet replied. "We're having a party tonight, a real
party with a few more guests but you three will be the guests of honour
of course, and then we'll see what happens tomorrow.

"I need some information hopefully you'll co-operate, I don't really want
to torture the information out of you but I will if I need to."  She
produced his wallet from her coat pocket. "I want the PI number for these
two cards. Chris and Alan have given us their details I just need yours.
You can tell me now or you can tell me in five minutes after I've
battered your balls some more, but I promise you will tell me."

"Fuck you and the rest of your fucking dykes." He spat.

"I was hoping you'd say something like that. I'll tell you what I intend
to do. I'm going to give you a chance. You probably feel that you were
ambushed last night, not really given a fighting chance. I'm going to
give you that chance now. You win I'll let you go. You lose, well Ray, I
promise I'll be taking more than your credit card numbers. Deal?"

"Deal!" He chuckled. "You've made a big mistake lady."

I've seen Janet fight before she is very good. She was in the Army for
five years and became a gym instructor. She's only a wee thing five
three, five four and no more than about eight stone (110lbs) but I'd back
her against anyone.  We untied him and we stood back as he exploded like
a bucking bronco from the gate. He was tall well over six feet and he
wasn't in bad shape, broad shouldered, flat stomach and powerful looking
arms and legs, apart from his swollen testicles he wasn't a bad figure of
a man and I developed a slight doubt about the outcome. If Janet had any
trouble I'd take him down, I half hoped she would have a bit of trouble.
I wanted him.

Janet was overdressed for the occasion, and Ray definitely wasn't, but
he appeared clumsy and awkward, his initial attack was slow and
predictable. Janet flicked off her high heels and laughed at him. "Wow. A
Neanderthal." He came at her again, he swung at her and missed, her skirt
was restricting her as I thought it might, but she was quick enough to
avoid him, she gripped his wrist and she threw over her hip in a blink of
an eye he was on the floor. Janet didn't follow through. She arrogantly
turned her back on him and unzipped her skirt. " I'm not dressed for
this." She said stating the obvious. She pulled her skirt over her hips.
She wore black panty hose and navy blue knickers underneath the sheer
nylon. She stretched. "That's better." And she went on the attack.



Ray's Story

I heard them come in. It was almost a relief to hear them. Anything was
better than this. I felt a combination of rage diluted with a bit of
fear. They were nutter's of that I was certain. People just don't kidnap
other people of the M25 and rape them! Well women usually don't. I was
freezing, tired, and starving. I heard them talking downstairs then I
heard them climb the stairs. Janet and Dot came into the room and stood
looking down at me. They had changed and were almost unrecognizable as
the bitches that beat us up last night. Janet was dressed in a long maxi
skirt that hemmed mid-calf and a blue jumper. Her hair was washed and
brushed and styled she wore make up. She was an attractive woman. If
anyone had seen her leaving her home this morning they would have assumed
she was off to the West End for a days shopping. Dot was a bit more
casual. She wore blue jeans and a black sweatshirt, the type with the
hood and white runners. She had a thick curly mane of hair that hung to
her shoulders and looked a bit like a cross between a young Goldie Hawn
and an even younger Stevie Nicks. A mongrel bitch. How appropriate!  They
looked down on me. I have a short memory my respect for them had waned
considerably. Janet produced my wallet.

"I want the PI number for these cards." She said like she was asking me
for the time of day. I think I told her to fuck off. Then an incredible
thing happened. The stupid bitch offered me a chance to leave. All I had
to do was punch her fucking lights out! Which seemed like a good deal. I
wasn't going to give her half a chance. I was going to flatten her, wake
her up and flatten her again. And we'd still make it to Hitchin in time
for the game.

They untied me and I exploded like a coiled spring. I was really
disappointed that I missed at least one of them. "One shot. Just one
shot." I told her

"Come on then." Janet coaxed. She was quick, bloody quick. I felt so
exposed, so vulnerable. My dick bounced around, my balls reminded me they
had been hammered a few times last night and hurt. I instinctively took a
'side on' stance and one hand guarded my soft target.

Janet smirked "You haven't got to worry about them. I'll fight fair."

"Well that will be something you'll regret." The next second I was lying
on my back under the window! As I got to my feet Janet was removing her
skirt. I was stiff and sore and a bit slow. Janet came across and grabbed
me in a headlock. She held me, she then wrapped her legs around my waist,
locked her feet and squeezed. She was only small but she had some
strength in those legs. I struggled to get free. She squeezed the
headlock then the scissors. She was hurting me and I seemed unable to
stop her. "Come on. I'm not regretting it yet. When am I going to regret
it?" She mocked. She held me for a few seconds applying more pressure.
"Are you trying" Janet asked.

"Fuck you, you bitch" I spat. She laughed, and squeezed my neck some
more. She then released the scissors and stood up still holding me in the
headlock and drove my head in to the wall. I punched a hole in the wall
with my head! I crashed to the floor stunned.

She stood over me "What did you call me." She shouted. She was into me.
She grabbed me by the hair and rammed her knee into my face busting my
top lip "Bitch. Did you call me a bitch?" She grabbed me by the hair
again, pulled my head back and she backhanded me, her ring cutting my
cheek again. I was in the corner of the room there was no escaping her
assault. She stood in front of me I covered my face but she forced my
knees apart. "I lied when I said I'd fight fair," she said, and stomped
on my balls! That hurt, oh God. That hurt. She grabbed my ankle forcing
my legs apart again. "No! Please no." I managed.

"What did you call me? Did you call me a bitch?" She stomped on me again.




Dot's Story

After the first assault my fears of Ray walking away from here in the
next few minutes disappeared. Ray was just a big clumsy man with no
fighting skills whatsoever. If it was possible Janet made him look even
more clumsy than he really was. She had him pinned a couple of times I
don't think he touched her. Then he made a big mistake he got her pissed
off. He called her a bitch and from that point on it became a bit of a
non-contest, as well as a bit of a blood bath. She drove his head through
the wall! Literally, and then attacked his groin. She hurt him. She
stomped on his balls a couple of times. "A bitch eh? I can be a real bad
bitch as you are going to find out." She grabbed a handful of his nuts
and dragged him across the room. He squealed for mercy, God, his mother,
forgiveness, allsorts of things, but Janet never let go. Ray would weigh
about 15 stone (about 200lb) and she almost lifted him off the floor by
his balls!

 "I'm the bitch from your worst nightmares," she yelled above his screams
as she dug her nails deep into his scrotum hoisting him off the floor,
"but you are only just finding out what a real bitch like me is capable
of doing to a poor piece of male shit like you. By the time I'm finished
with you Ray you'll be Raylene. Believe me!" She shook him like a rag
doll blood ran between her fingers. I thought she was going to castrate
him there and then, and just when I thought she'd ripped his nuts off she
dropped him. He fell at our feet a sobbing mess. She slapped her hand
between his legs and took a firmer grip and yanked his bleeding ballbag
up between his arse cheeks. She walked around his cowering form, his
balls firmly in her hand, he was on all fours squealing like a pig. She
stood in front of him his head between her legs and she tried to lift him
of the floor. He was on tiptoes, screaming. I've never heard a man hit
those notes. Then she actually lifted him of the ground by his balls! For
a couple of seconds she actually held him off the floor. She was leaning
so far back that when his bleeding scrotum slipped through her fingers
the second time they fell to the floor a mass of arms and legs. I helped
her up.

"You did it Jan.  You had him off the carpet." I said laughing unable to
control my enthusiasm.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please..." He blubbered. He was coiled up
on the floor holding his tortured balls crying like a little boy.

"Sorry? No Ray, it doesn't end that easily." She hadn't finished with
him. She grabbed him by the hair. "Move." She ordered and she pulled him
down to the room where Alan was tied. She pulled Ray along the passage by
his hair; he stumbled along beside her into the room where she shoved him
to the floor. It was darker in there, whatever sunlight there was outside
wasn't getting into this place. I turned on the light, Alan was where we
had left him, arms tied behind him, ankles tied together, in the center
of the room. Janet stood over the two men. Ray knelt beside her, sobbing
his heart out.

"Suck him!" Janet ordered. I thought that was what she had in mind, but
it was the last thing Ray was expecting. He was mortified.

"I beg your pardon." He said, not believing his ears or her command.

" I said. Suck him." Janet repeated

"Please. Mistress Janet. Please I beg you. Please no."

Janet smiled. "I'm going to enjoy this more than busting your balls. Get
your head down there. I want him up and ready in two minutes."

"Please don't make me do this Mistress Janet Please, please.."

"I'm going to give you to the count of ten and if his cock is not in your
mouth by the time I say eleven I am going to tear your balls off. I swear
I mean it." Janet stood over him. He knew she meant it. Believe me, she
meant it!





Ray's Story

I've had a few scraps in my life nothing life threatening. A few at
school, a couple after I left school when we started drinking. I'm a
Chelsea supporter for Christ's sake, you're expected to know how to look
after yourself and I thought I did; but Janet destroyed me.

She just never stopped. Outside the pub one night I was involved in a bit
of a dust up. I won, and as soon as you know the other fellah has had
enough you ease up. Something Janet was never taught. The more she got on
top the more pain she inflicted. I was incapable of stopping her. Then
she went after my balls and I was at her mercy, but she never stopped. I
begged her "Please Mistress Janet." I even called her Mistress. She
grabbed my balls and squeezed them. They had a good bashing last night
but she didn't just squeeze them. She crushed them. She stomped on them.
She didn't stop. I was in tears, agony, she just kept coming, and I
crumbled before her.

"Please Mistress Janet" I sobbed, "Please stop. Please." She and Dot
stood over me. Janet who had removed her skirt and was dressed in just
her tights and navy blue satin bikinis and a matching navy satin bra. I
was bleeding over her. My scrotum was cut and gouged in a few places but
she continued to attack my manhood. She hauled me off of my feet by my
balls!

I don't know what happened next one minute I was being beaten to a bloody
pulp the next I was in Alan's room. I knelt beside Mistress, I was just
so thankful that she had stopped torturing me.

"Suck him." She ordered. I couldn't believe my ears. Oh no. Please God.
Not that, anything but that! I cowered beside her.

 "Please Mistress Janet, I beg you please. Please don't make me."

She gave me an ultimatum. "I want his cock in your mouth by the time I
count to ten, or I'll rip your balls off." She stood before me only an
inch or so taller than me on my knees but there was no doubt in anyone's
mind who was in control of this situation and no doubt at all that she
meant exactly what she said.

"You've got a choice his dick in your mouth or your balls. Your choice.
Her cruel blue eyes stared me down.

"One." Janet started the count

 There was no compromise. I sobbed at her feet. Alan lay there he said
nothing, he was as terrified of them as I was. I'd known him all my life
I couldn't do this it was against everything I'd ever been taught.

"Two."

It was against everything I believed in. Was I going to destroy a life
long friendship because if I did this.I started to cry again.

"Three."

"Please Mistress Janet. Please don't make me do this. Please.." I tried
to appeal to her one more time.

"Four." Was all she said.

Janet stood to my left. Legs apart her nipples hard and erect, pushing
against the satin material of her bra, it was cold in that room but it
wasn't the temperature that was had her nipples erect she was enjoying
this.

"Five."

Dot stood to my right almost daring me to do anything other than what
Janet had ordered. She had out run and out fought me last night I offered
no threat to her. She looked at me. I looked down and stared at Alan's
penis.

"Six."

 I knelt before Alan. "I'm sorry mate." I said, crying bitterly

"It's OK Ray. It's OK," he was also crying.

"Isn't this touching," Janet laughed

"Seven."

I reached out and took his flaccid cock in my hand and started to stroke
him. I had never touched another man, not like this, ever. I sobbed. He
started to grow in my hand.

"Eight."

I bent forward and brushed his penis against my lips.

"Kiss it." Ordered Mistress Janet. I obeyed her and kissed the head of
Alan's penis

"Now take him in your mouth and bring him to an erection." The thing
slipped between my lips and I took his shaft in my mouth. 'Oh God. Oh
God. Please forgive me.' I wept as I heard myself slurping. He grew in my
mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat and I gagged as I sucked him
to a full nine-inch erection. It didn't take long, possibly less than a
couple of minutes but it felt like an eternity.

"Take all of it you slut." Janet ordered and she forced my head down and
his cock went down my throat. "Deep Throat him, you fucking slut." I did
my best to obey her.

 "I think he's starting to enjoy himself". Dot said as I pumped up and
down taking the full nine inches. Janet grabbed me by the hair and yanked
my head back. She had removed her tights and knickers and grabbed his
dick. She wiped the head of it against her cunt for a second or two and
then slowly impaled herself on him and slid down omitting a gentle sigh.
She rode him for a few seconds.

She grabbed me by the hair. "Kiss my nipples. Kiss and suck and don't
stop." She looked at Alan. "Your sole purpose in life is to satisfy me.
Fail, and I swear you will suffer. Don't go soft and DON'T cum. Do you
understand me?"

"Yes Mistress Janet." We said in unison. They had trained us well.

Janet rode from one orgasm to another. Alan and I did our best to meet
her demands. I was terrified of her. I didn't want her to have anything
but the best and I made sure I wouldn't fuck up I just hoped that Alan
kept his end of the deal, but it wasn't easy, she rode him for ages
grinding orgasm after orgasm and just when you thought she had finished
she started again. Another shuddering climax rattled through her and
slowly she stopped, another little shudder. She pushed me away and slowly
and unsteadily dismounted.

"That wasn't bad. That wasn't bad at all." She stated, looking for her
underwear. "You gonna use him Dot?" Dot declined.

"Well that just leaves the matter of you sucking his balls dry!" Mistress
Janet grabbed me by the hair and pushed me into his crotch. "And don't
take all day about it."  I took him in my mouth again, he obviously
tasted of Mistress Janet. Janet fastened her bra and watched as I
swallowed him again I was so ashamed. Please hurry up and end this Alan,
I thought. I was crying again let's end this nightmare please hurry. He
came. A thick wad of semen blew against the back of my throat. I gagged
and choked and coughed and spluttered. I cried uncontrollably as I sucked
his sperm from his penis. I knew Mistress Janet would accept nothing
less. I sucked his wilting cock, squeezing the last drops from his balls
and sucked it out of his cockeye until there was nothing left to suck. I
sucked his balls dry as Mistress Janet had ordered.

I must have looked a wretched pathetic sight. I felt destroyed, gutted,
crushed. The two women stood over me as I finished. Janet had dressed and
was putting her coat on. She pulled the two credit cards from her pocket.

" Numbers?" Was all she said, I gave them to her.

 Dot grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back to the main bedroom. She
tied me quickly and competently. In a couple of minutes I was tied. They
left. I heard their car drive away and a silence descended on the house
again, broken only by the wind against the window and the soft weeping of
two men.



Dots Story

Saturday afternoon in the Red Lion in Radlett is busy. People seem to be
going everywhere, but everyone has a half hour to nip into the pub, to
meet, catch up, have lunch, anything. It's just an ideally located little
watering hole that we adopted. When we got there we squeezed through to
the bar I ordered a couple of drinks and then we found the rest of the
girls at the back of the bar by the fire. They were all there including a
couple that weren't at the farm last night.

All of us girls had met in High School with the exception of Felicity and
Jill we met them when we started playing netball together.

 In the Eighties, Fiona and Debbie McLuskey started at our school. They
came down to London from Scotland, refugees of Maggie Thatcher's
privatization policy. They were actually twins but no two people ever
looked less twin like. Debbie was blonde and tall and willowy, while
Fiona was short and fat and unwillowy. Debbie was amusing confident and
attractive and Fiona wasn't, but they were inseparable. If you wanted
Debbie to attend your party you'd have to invite Fiona as well. They came
as a package.

 When we left school they disappeared into London and we never saw them
again until our Tenth Anniversary Reunion a few years ago. I'd always
expected Debbie to appear as a 'Page Three' girl, or find that she had
married someone famous, she was that attractive, but she didn't. She
married a fireman! The biggest surprise of that evening though was Fiona.
Fiona had grown. Debbie was tall possibly six foot in her bare feet,
Fiona was a couple of inches taller and big with it. She had wide
shoulders big arms, a big chest, she had to be a forty four double D! She
was massive, big legs and a thick mane of jet black hair that fell almost
to her waist. She didn't have a boyfriend. She had two! And she took a
third home with her that night. Fiona McLuskey was the first Dominatrix I
had ever met and I must admit I liked what I saw. She intimidated men, it
was amusing to watch them melt before her. In the three years since the
reunion the McLuskey sisters had slipped back into our lives. Debbie
finally left her firefighting husband and with Fiona they had gone into
Real Estate in South London and were doing quite nicely. Fiona and Debbie
sat across from Felicity and Carmen.

To my right was Julie. Julie had gone to school with us and in the
intervening years there wasn't much that Julie hadn't done. She'd been a
roadie for Fleetwood Mac, flown the friendly skies with Qantas, worked as
a croupier in Vegas, crewed on a yacht in the Mediterranean. There was
much that Julie hadn't turned her hand to. Oh yeah she had also spent
five years in prison for killing her husband. But that's another story!
She also had a full time live in slave. The 'gardener' she calls him. He
came to her place one day to cut her grass, and he never left. She never
let him. I think that the police have stopped looking for him. She keeps
him in a cage in the basement of her house.

The nine of us left the Red Lion at three o'clock. Janet and I traveled
with Carmen in Janet's car. Debbie and Fiona traveled together and
Felicity, Jill, Julie and Cori all traveled in Julie's 626. I had Ray's
address in my hand and I navigated to his flat. It was a modest two
bedroom place, that was a bit of a disappointment really. We ransacked
the place looking for anything of value. Carmen found a small portfolio,
some shares. The deed to the apartment, we found that he owned the place.
No mortgage.  "That's handy." I put the deed in my pocket, while Carmen
pocketed the rest of the portfolio. Janet found a couple of boxes of old
LP's. that she stacked by the door. We went through his drawers but found
nothing of value except his passport. We knew a woman who'd buy that. He
wasn't exactly a clotheshorse, we managed to pack all of his clothes in
two garbage bags.  He had to have a car parked somewhere and by the paper
work he had just started making payments on a late model Ford. We'd find
that when we left. As we were about to leave the phone rang. It rang four
times then his answering machine cut in. Someone by the name of George
sounded extremely pissed off. "You'd better have a bloody good excuse
Ray." And he hung up sharply.

We found a red Mondeo in his parking spot. I tried the key and it fired
into life first turn. I drove the car from the underground parking lot
and I followed Janet and Carmen back to Watford.







Ray Story

It started raining again. The watery sun had gone and the gray sky
offered no light or comfort at all as the cold room enveloped me in its
gloom. I tried the ropes for the hundredth time but they didn't yielded
even slightly. I guessed that it was about four, four thirty and thought
briefly about the game that we were missing. I shook my head. "How the
hell did this happen?" I asked myself.



Dots Story

We dropped the clothes off at the Salvation Army Centre. We just threw
the bags in the bin at the back of the building. I then went to an ATM
machine and withdrew five hundred pounds from Rays account and another
couple of hundred from his credit card account. My phone rang. It was
Jill. They were heading back to the farm with quite a haul. Chris by all
accounts was doing all right. Well, that was until he met us! I spoke
with Janet and Carmen and we all decided to head back to the farm. The
party was going to start early!



Ray's Story

It was dark outside now. The game would surely be over. I wondered who
had played in my position how he had played, how we had played. My
thoughts were disturbed by the sound of an engine. They were coming back.
"Oh God, they were coming back." I was scared of them. They were fucking
nutter's, and my balls weren't ready for any more of their attention. A
couple of cars pulled up and the front door burst open. It sounded like
there were quite a few of them. A light came on and I heard a couple of
them giggling as they ran up the stairs. Cori and Jill came into my room.
"Ray. What a pleasant surprise. Glad to see me?"

"Yes Mistress Cori." I lied

"Wow! Look at the state of your balls. You'd better be a good boy or you
are going to have a horrible night. Are you going to be a good boy?" She
asked condescendingly

"Yes Mistress Cori." I meekly replied.

 She laughed, "Of course you are."

 They untied me and took me down stairs.

Felicity had Chris on firewood detail again. Alan was behind me. I looked
at him but we avoided eye contact. Nothing would ever be the same between
us again.

 Cori led me into the kitchen, there was a dozen grocery bags on the
counter. "We want you to cook us our evening meal, boys," Cori told us
"All the ingredients are there. Get on with it and don't fuck up! Do you
think you can manage that?"

"Yes Mistress Cori." We pathetically replied. She handed both of us an
apron each. "Put these on. It's not for your protection, but for
hygienic reasons." We obeyed. We had become very obedient.

 Over the next half an hour or so we busied ourselves in the kitchen. I
made a Chicken Curry and Alan made lasagna. We prepared a mountain of
salad. The women left us to ourselves but we never spoke. In the front
room the women were growing noisier. Another vehicle arrived.

 "You two, get the van unloaded." Janet ordered. We almost sprinted
outside to where the van waited. A large dining table and chairs were
unloaded and some chairs, a sofa, a couch. It took us about ten minutes
to unload the van. I noticed my car out side in the darkness. The
furniture also looked familiar. I'm sure it was Chris's. The driver of
the van was an Amazon! She was taller than me. I'm six two and she stood
a couple of inches taller than me but she was massive with it.

"What are you looking at." She snapped

"Sorry Mistress. I didn't mean to stare." I quickly managed to say. But I
couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Who were these women? Where did they
come from?  I returned to the kitchen and finished preparing dinner.

Nine women sat around the table and Alan, Chris and I served them. I
hoped it was to their liking.

"You!" The big woman called me. "When my glass reaches this level." She
indicated a mark on her glass. " I want it refilled. D'you understand
me?"

"Yes Mistress." I replied

"My name is Fiona."

"Yes Mistress Fiona." The meal went off uneventfully. Alan, Chris and I
hovered never a step away from serving them. They terrified us. We just
wanted them to leave us alone, but I knew that sooner or later something
would happen to upset one of them and they'd descend upon us. They
finished eating and we served them with Baileys and port and coffee.

"You must be pretty hungry." The comment was aimed at me.

"Yes Mistress Cori." I replied meaning every word.

"Well get under the table I've got something here you can suck on." The
comment brought shrieks of laughter from the women. The tables had turned
totally. It was the type of ribald remark that I would have made a few
days ago and expected the same response from my mates, but I found no
humour in the remark whatsoever. "I mean it said Cori. Get under the
table now!"



Dot's Story

They didn't make a bad meal. In all honesty it was really quite good.
After we had had our coffee I noticed that we began to give the boys a
bit more attention. Cori told Ray to get under the table and get his
tongue between her lips, and she made the necessary arrangements to
accommodate him! Alan stood beside me pouring me another glass of port
and I ran my hand up his inside leg my nails grazed his inner thigh until
I touched his penis. I gripped his organ and slowly stroked him to an
erection and amazingly, despite his predicament he grew in my hand. Men
really are such fucking sluts! I flicked his balls dismissing him.

"Lets have horse race." Fiona shouted.

"Yes." We shouted our enthusiastic support for the idea. We paced out a
course. We had the start/ finish line where the kitchen linoleum started.
We were to go through the kitchen along the passage into the small back
parlor through the doorway into living room then into the dining room and
back to the kitchen. One lap would take about thirty or forty seconds. We
lined up the three 'horses' and we sorted ourselves into three teams.
Janet sorted the teams out

"OK. OK. 'Alan's Misery' will be Carmen, Cori and Debbie. On 'Chris
Cross' will be Dot, Felicity, and Fiona and on 'Ray of Sunshine will be
me, Jill and Julie. The girls had a few more drinks to get in the mood.
Carmen hoisted her skirt up her thighs and got on Alan's back. I got onto
Chris's back. I needed a set of reins. I was given a belt and tied it
around Chris's neck and Janet mounted up on her horse. We were also given
small crops to whip our steeds with. This was going to be a lot of fun.
We literally jockeyed for position, and then we were off.

"GO!" We shouted Janet rode her horse across the kitchen and led going
into the parlor. I was second and Carmen was right behind me. All of a
sudden my mount gave a scream and fell bringing me down on top of him.
Carmen had swung her crop between his legs splattering his balls! "He's
going to have to be a gelding if he's going to win this." Laughed Carmen
as she spurred her horse into second place and after Janet. I got my
horse back on his knees and whipped him on. "Move you useless fuck or
I'll make you into a gelding." I yelled. He responded but Carmen was
gone. I chased them through the living room but couldn't catch up. At the
change over Janet led by a couple of seconds Jill jumped on Rays back as
Cori traded places with Carmen and Felicity took my place. Cori rode
close enough to whip Ray between his legs. I heard the scream, crash and
familiar curse in about the same place I was ambushed.  There was another
squeal and a crash as someone else dished out a bit of instant justice.
When they came from the dining room the leader was Chris Cross ridden by
Felicity. We were leading! "Go Fizz!" We shouted. Ray of Sunshine, ridden
by Jill was a second or two behind and an aptly named Alan's Misery
brought up the rear. Cori was whipping him viscously. Fiona replaced
Felicity. The lightest jockey had been replaced by the heaviest. Jules
jumped on our horse and she beat him into a sprint and she caught them at
the entrance to the parlor. Debbie tried flogging her near dead horse but
he was hurting. He was bleeding from a cut between his legs, but Debbie
beat him mercilessly. Jules rode Ray of Sunshine away from the threat of
Fiona catching her mount in the jewels and she won easily. Fiona was just
too much for her horse he was hurting under her weight and she was lucky
to finish second as Debbie almost caught her sister on the line.



Ray's Story

They decided to have a horse race. Alan, Chris and I were ordered on to
all fours. We were obviously the horses. The girls separated into three
teams. I didn't care who my jockey was as long as it wasn't Fiona. She
would kill who ever she rode. I was lucky I avoided the Amazon. I got
Janet, Jill and Julie as my jockeys. Janet was first and before I knew it
we were racing. Janet was light but she wasn't too light with the whip. I
responded as best I could and literally galloped into the lead. She
whipped me through a back room there was a yell and a crash behind us and
we seemed to be on our own but that didn't stop Janet from thrashing me
to a better effort. My knees were raw as I crawled across the carpet to
where Jill waited for me. Jill didn't ride me as hard as Janet and it was
just as well as I was starting to struggle, the next thing I remember I
was whipped between the legs. I went down like a sack of shit. Jill went
over the top and Alan crawled past with Cori on his back. Before Jill
could get me back on my knees Chris crawled past. From first to last in a
couple of seconds. Felicity flicked her crop between Alan's legs and he
went down in a screaming heap. Cori hit him hard as we crawled past Jill
flogged me across the arse, I was in agony. My rump was bleeding I'm sure
it was. She spurred me on across the carpet my knees burning, my lungs
almost bursting. Chris visibly buckled under the load as Felicity was
replaced by Fiona. My new jockey was Julie. She rode me like Janet. She
was vicious and whipped me as hard as a Janet. We quickly past Fiona and
Chris, I winced, expecting Fiona to flay me but she didn't and Julie
pushed me to the line. I was knackered. I crossed the line and collapsed
on the kitchen floor. Julie, Janet and Jill celebrated, a couple of
seconds later the others finished. I think Chris came second. I didn't
really care.

 The next thing I knew Fiona was standing over me. Her black leather shoe
was right beside my face.

"Kiss it." She ordered. Oh no what did she want. I kissed the pointed toe
of her shoe.

"I said kiss it. Really kiss it." I tried to obey her but I failed to
please her. She grabbed me by the hair and effortlessly pulled me to my
feet.

"No. Please don't Fiona. Mistress Fiona, Please!" She backhanded me
across the face and I crashed against the wall before I could fall she
hit me again and she knocked me against the dining table. " I'm going to
teach you a lesson tonight that I promise you will never forget." She
told me in her broad Scottish brogue. I fell to the floor, half under the
table. Fiona stood over me. She flicked her shoes off and unfastened her
belt. "Oh No Please. NO Mistress Fiona." I'd seen the motion before in a
hundred B grade cowboy movies. The poor hapless female is crawling in the
dust begging to be spared as the baddie unbuckles his belt and chases his
victim the only outcome obvious to everyone. Except this time the victim
is a male and the instigator female. Fiona unclipped the top of her black
jeans and unzipped her fly. She pulled her jeans over her hips. I crawled
under the table.

"You're pretty good at crawling we've just seen that, but you won't get
far." Fiona quickly pulled off her jeans and grabbed me by the ankles and
pulled me screaming from under the table. She wore a black shirt and a
pair of tiny black lace panties that cover very little at the front and
even less behind. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and pushed
me on my back onto the dining table.

"Please Mistress Fiona, please I beg you...please no."

She held me against the table, her left hand firmly on my chest holding
me down her legs forcing my legs apart. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse
with one hand. I looked around Fiona had everyone's undivided attention,
Chris and Alan were forced to watch, held against the table by Julie and
Debbie respectively Fiona removed her black blouse and then removed her
black lace bra with a skill that I never mastered. Her tits tumbled out.
Big, firm breasts with hard large nipples. "Suck!" She ordered She didn't
have to tell me twice I took her nipple in my mouth and did my best to
impress her. Her hand went down between my legs and massaged my cock and
balls but her fingers slid further back between my arse cheeks searching
for my anus. She looked me in the eye. "Hold him girls I won't be many
minutes. Janet and Felicity gripped my arms and pulled me back across the
table. True to her word, Fiona wasn't many minutes and when she returned
to the table the women cheered. She took up the same position between my
legs, pushing my thighs further apart. She looked down at me. "I want you
to meet someone. I want you to meet Big Lizzie." She grabbed me by the
hair and forced me to a sitting position. She wore a huge black strap-on
dildoe. "Meet big Lizzie!"

"NO! PLEASE MISTRESS FIONA. Please No No."

"Isn't it funny, you lads are never happy to meet Big Liz!" Her hand went
down to between my legs again, searching and finding my anus. She sucked
her middle finger a couple of times and slowly forced it into me. "Oh
nice and tight girls. I do believe we might have a virgin. Am I your
first?" She taunted me. "Am I? Do you want me to be gentle with you?" She
inserted a second finger. She pushed the second finger in. "Do you. Tell
me to be gentle with you. Ask me nicely."

"Please Mistress Fiona, please be gentle with me." I sobbed as pushed her
fingers into me again going deeper into me.

"Ahh. He's crying, girls. Tell me again. Tell me to be gentle." She
managed to squeeze a third finger into me.

I screamed. "AAAGH. Please Mistress Fiona Please be gentle with me
.please." She pulled her fingers out of me and positioned me on the
table. My legs over her shoulders and I felt the tip of the dildoe
against my sphincter muscle. I was completely at her mercy, completely
under her control. She gripped my thighs and pushed the thing against me.

" No please No.. Don't please." But my pleas were music to her ears.

"You're wasting your time resisting wee man you know you can't beat me."
She pushed the thing against me and slowly something yielded.

"NO. PLEASE GOD, NO!" I screamed as she started to enter me. The dildoe
was massive and I thought she was going to split me in half. She got a
good grip of my arse and dug her nails into me forcing Big Lizzie further
into me.

"Just close your eyes and think of England wee man." Fiona taunted as the
thing slid further into me

"No Please, please.." I cried openly as Fiona proceeded to rape me. She
pushed the entire length all the way in. I struggled but Fiona held me
easily as she started to withdraw. Jill was catching the whole thing on
video.

"Smile for the camera." She laughed.

I cried, "Stop! Please Mistress Fiona I BEG YOU PLEASTOPLEASE.." But she
had no intention of stopping. And started to speed things up a bit.

 She hammered the thing into me repeatedly for a few minutes staring me
in the eye all the time she was fucking me, then she quickly changed
position and withdrew the dildoe and turned me on to my stomach and took
me from behind. She forced the thing into me again pistoning back and
forth as I squealed under her. Her hand slapped between my legs and she
gripped my penis and roughly stroked me to erection, squeezing my balls
at the same time as she raped me. The women watched in silence as
Mistress Fiona took my humiliation to another level, jerking me off as
'Big Lizzie' almost split me in half. She pounded into me pulling me
closer to ejaculation.

"Come for me Ray," she whispered in my ear. "Come for your Mistress. She
encouraged me

"Oh please don't make me please don't..."  I sobbed as I finally
ejaculated into her hand.

"Good boy, good boy." She mocked as she milked my rapidly wilting penis
and collected my mess in her hand. She offered her hand to my mouth.

"Lick it. Lick my hand clean." She ordered and I obeyed. "That was fun,
lets do it again!"



Dot's Story

Fiona raped Ray repeatedly during the night, so did Janet. Chris and Alan
were also given a taste of 'Big Lizzie' but Ray was Fiona's project. She
completely destroyed him that night and she continued to destroy him deep
into the next morning.