Julie's Jail -The House of Pain - Final Part
By wbill_99_1999
A story of teenage domination - and wrestling



Behind the screen, Peter gasped in astonishment. Next in the procession was
Ted; he was wearing a garment which was, as far as Peter could see, an
athletic support or "jockstrap" and nothing more. In addition, he was
shuffling along; his ankles joined by a leather strap, which, although had
some slack, made walking difficult. At the rear came Julie, her hair down
around her shoulders and wearing a black thong; her impressive breasts,
unfettered, bounced as she walked. "Ah the firmness of youth" whispered Jenny
"I'd like to see her in twenty years time"

The little procession stopped by the bed. "Up you get Ted, and lie on your
back" instructed Carol. With some difficulty, Ted did as he was instructed.
Carol crossed to the small rack on the wall and carefully selected a cane and
after several imaginary strokes with it, nodded her satisfaction and returned
to the bed where Ted lay. Julie meanwhile, had grasped Ted by his ankles and
pulled him down the bed so that his legs hung over the end. Thus arranged to
her satisfaction, she leaped lightly onto the bed and after giving Ted an
encouraging pat on his cheek, she swung her leg over him and, facing his feet,
sat on his face; Ted's arms were pinned under her lower shins. Carol spoke in
dulcet tones "Ted, I am going to cane you. It is going to be six strokes - and
it will hurt. But remember you asked for it, and you are allowing it to
happen. Now raise your legs straight up in the air" Again Ted did as he was
told. Julie grabbed his ankles and after spreading them, ducked under the
strap so that it lay across her shoulders, and sat up straight again. Ted's
bare backside was raised in the air and now presented an inviting target to
the expectant Carol.

Carefully, she marked her spot. "phwap' - the first stroke fell. Ted bucked,
Julie bit her bottom lip. The second stroke came -"phwap". A muffled cry from
Ted, and a quiet moan from Julie. "Phwap" the third stroke fell. Ted's whole
body twitched and jumped. His muffled cries were louder, Julie's face went
slack and she began to pull on her nipples."Phwap" - number four. Ted's back
arched and Julie, now making as much noise as Ted, spread her legs wide.
Number five fell. "phwap". "Christ! I'm coming" Screamed Julie "He's devouring
my cunt"

She seized Ted's cock and began pumping. Behind the screen, Peter busy
filming, felt quite faint. He was only dimly aware of Jennifer undoing his
trousers and belt. The last stroke fell -"phwap". Ted roared and ejaculated
strongly Julie screamed loudly and slumped forward, the strap slipping off her
shoulders.

Jenny had meanwhile pushed Peter onto his back behind the screen and having
removed his trousers and her knickers, mounted him and impaled herself on his
now erect prick. She slid up and down his shaft with great energy, pausing
only to snap her hips backwards and forwards and then around and around in
little circles. Peter gasped and moaned. Jenny's ride got faster and faster
and she tugged at her nipples, her mouth wide open. Peter reached up to grab
her breasts, but Jenny grabbed his wrists and forcing them to the floor,
pinned them; she ground her hips backwards and forwards and to and fro. Peter
felt an irresistible pressure and friction on his cock and with a shrill cry,
ejaculated violently. Jenny came as well, shuddering and twitching whilst
emitting a low moan. Releasing his wrists, she collapsed forward on top of
Peter and lay still.

Carol grinned at the sounds coming from behind the screen and looking back at
Julie and Ted, became suddenly business like. "Come you two, sort yourselves
out. Showers all around I think; Ted - you and I need to have a little talk
after that. Julie I want you to have that discussion with Peter that I told
you about. Jenny can clean up here after she's finished with your helper over
there behind the screen" Jenny peered a little apprehensively around the end
of the screen. "It's all right Jen, I was wishing there was something here
that I could ride as well after that little performance. Tell him to clean
himself up and see Julie in the lounge please" Julie had meanwhile slid off
the bed, and with a wink at Carol, left the room. Ted, his chest still heaving
from his beating, his orgasm and his asphyxiation by Julie, lay on the bed,
his legs draped over the end with his jockstrap askew after Julie's
ministrations. "Come on now Ted" Carol spoke in dulcet tones "Go and get
showered and shampooed then come back and see me. As I say, we need to have a
little talk about your future"

Seated in the lounge a little later Peter looked at the teenage torturer who
had draped herself over the opposite armchair. Dressed in a short skirt with a
black halter top, and with her amazing thighs on display, Julie grinned at him
and then giggled "Well, what was it like being fucked by old Jen eh? She's a
bit of a goer all right isn't she, and she can fight too. It was her that set
me on my career path as it were: she was my first Judo teacher and the first
woman I ever saw take a man apart in a fight. She can be bloody ruthless - I'm
looking forward to she and Ted having a rumble. He's not bad for his age
either; he's got a talented tongue too! I managed to move my thong to one side
and he got his tongue right in me; my God he made me come. He's the
cunnilingus king all right." She paused, and looked at him quizzically "Peter
- are you enjoying it here?. My loving Aunt wants to know, and depending on
what you say, I might have a proposition for you"

Peter stared at her for a while "I don't know what to say or think any more.
You three have really screwed my mind up - just when I think that I've seen it
all, along comes another little scenario like this last one and I end up

wondering if I really can believe what I've just seen. It is though every
fantasy and dream I've ever had has congregated in the same place ... ... ...
" He lapsed into silence.

Julie sat upright in the chair and tucking her feet under her, looked at him
with a little smile "How would you like to come and live here? We know that
your wife has left you and your children are estranged, so why not join us?

You don't have to give up your day job and besides, you'll have me to tie you
in knots and sit on your face for free! No more paying Mistress Black or
whatever her name is to do that for you. I promise you that you will see some
rare sights, you know that I really know how to torture guys and I intend to
turn it into an art form. We've got plenty of room here and you can come and
go as you like. Free board and lodgings and all the fetish fulfilment you can
handle - who could resist an offer like that?" She rested her chin on her
hands and stared at him for some time. "Hmmm. I can see that you're not
convinced. A bit more persuasion is called for perhaps"

Before Peter could react and before he could even register what was happening,
Julie sprang at him, landing astride his neck, with her legs dangling down the
back of his chair. She seized the back of his head and pulled it hard up into
her crotch: she wasn't wearing knickers! Peter was overwhelmed. She began to
grind her hips, rubbing her pussy in his face. "Put your tongue out, Peter
baby" that little girl voice again "Here's a nice tasty treat for you" Peter
smelt her unique aroma - arousal and a very subtle perfume.

Just as quickly as she arrived, Julie sprang off his face and slid down his
body. Opening his trousers she freed his penis from his shorts and with a few
deft manipulations soon had him fully erect. She bent her head and took him in
her mouth, sucking deeply, she began to fellate him. Her head bobbed up and
down; her tongue fluttered around the shaft and her fingers fondled and
tickled his balls. Peter's heart thudded in his chest and her felt quite light
headed.

She disengaged with a soft plop and sitting back on her haunches, smiled up at
him. Again, without warning and without a word being spoken, she seized his
trousers and pulled them down over his hips. Springing onto his lap she
expertly impaled herself on his cock and wrapping her arms tightly around him,
she kissed him deeply, her tongue flicking inside his mouth like a tiny snake.
Peter felt as if his cock was caught in a vice. Sitting up straight, Julie's
hips began to move and the muscles in her abdomen rippled as she began to fuck
him. He felt his penis grasped by an invisible hand - she had begun to milk
him.

"At school, the boys called me the milkmaid" she told him softly "I am what
the Arabs call a "holder" and of course as such, greatly prized. I can bring a
man to orgasm without moving any part of my lower body - just my vaginal
muscles, feel this"

With another one her giggles, she began to really work on him. Peter's mouth
opened but no sound came out.

His cock now felt as if it was being tickled as well as milked as the
invisible hand now appeared to have been joined by a little fluttering tongue.
It did for him. With a loud wail he exploded; his orgasm started at the top of
his head spreading down to his toes. It was an impressive eruption and Julie
drew it out as long as she could before his head slumped back on the chair and
his eyes closed. She gave a final squeeze of his now rapidly shrinking organ;
Peter opened his eyes. "Is that enough convincing for you" Julie gazed at him,
her face inches from his "Fancy having all that on tap and also having the
pleasure of our company - not to mention all that wrestling that you'll be
doing with me. Speaking of which, you and I have got a date on the mat later:
I have a session booked tomorrow night and I have got another little hold that
I want try. Now why don't you pop off home and get some things together and
come back. I'll be waiting for you"

Julie slid off the chair and stood looking down at him. Peter was about to
speak when the door opened and Carol entered the room. The dominatrix had been
replaced by the business woman. She was now wearing a sober grey suit and
shiny silk stockings; her hair was back to its normal shoulder length style
and she exuded style and poise. "Well, Ted has seen sense; what about this
one? Were your unique talents enough to convince him" Carol smiled broadly at
them.

Julie shrugged and looked at Peter. "Well, I tried fucking, hard - as distinct
from trying fucking hard" She giggled "I gave him a taste of my nutcracker
suite"

Peter stared hard at the carpet. "Do I have any choice?" he muttered.

"Yes, of course you have a choice" Carol's voice sounded a little harsh "You
can walk out right now - but it would mean that I would have to look for
someone else. I know that it sounds devious, but my plan all along was to find
someone to be a "live in" trainer for Julie. If I had suggested that to you
right up, you would have never have come here. Ted has just agreed to live
here. His wife died a few years ago and his family are all adults and live
overseas. He is going to fight Jen tomorrow night and I think that will settle
any little doubts that he might have. I know that his situation is different
to yours, but we have unleashed feelings and desires that he has suppressed
for years. You, on the other hand, have had this little fetish for years. Why
the hell would you pay a prostitute to sit on your face when it would come as
a "staff perk" working here. You know you won't get a better practitioner of
that art than Julie and you also get the opportunity to watch her going to
work on other guys as well. You please yourself"

Peter stood up "I'll go home and get some things together" Carol and Julie
smiled at him. Julie grabbed him and gave him one of her toe curling kisses.

Later, on the mat, with Julie's creamy thighs wrapped around his head, he knew
that he had made the right choice.

The End