DON'T RESCUE ME, PART 10: MAMA GETS A NEW TOY
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
But she's willing to share?.

edited by michael-leonard

(This is the long-delayed completion of the series, sorry.  Chapters 1 ? 9 are 
on the Elrohir shelf in Diana's Library.  
They tell the story of Stanley, a small but handsome and well-endowed man 
who is controlled, used and abused by his strong and powerful wife Debra.  
She began early on in their marriage to control him with psychological 
manipulation, but eventually after years of working out and practicing martial 
arts, came to dominate him physically as well.  In the days leading up to their 
annual attendance at GenCon, a fantasy and cosplay convention, Debra finally 
stormed the last bastion of Stanley's manhood, their sexual relationship. She 
repeatedly abused Stanley mentally, physically, and sexually, forcing him 
beyond the limits of his endurance and crossing his last sexual boundary. By 
the time they went to GenCon he was almost completely broken and Debra, 
feeling she had utterly conquered Stanley, lost interest in him and indulged 
her appetite for other men.  She became insanely jealous, however, when Stanley 
received attention from two gorgeous Amazon twin sisters from the country.  
In a rage Debra dragged Stanley away from GenCon intending to severely punish 
or even kill him. But he was rescued by the sisters, who bested Debra in a fight 
and left her chained up and unconscious.  The sisters then drove Stanley to their 
home in the hills to meet their Amazon mom, having their way with him on the way.  
When Debra recovered, she prepared herself for retribution and made plans to come 
after Stanley, which is where this chapter begins.)


By the time they reached the house, the twins had done what they could to 
make Stanley presentable to their Ma, wiping down his body with baby wipes 
and combing his hair.  Penny parked the truck in its usual spot under a tree 
in the side yard, then walked on ahead and held the screen door open for Patty 
to carry Stanley inside the house, slung over her shoulder like a sack of 
potatoes.   "Ma!" cried Penny, "Come look what we brung ya from Inda-
naplus!"  Patty pulled off the curly-toed shoes of Stanley's GenCon costume 
and set him down on his bare feet in the living room.  

 "I'm a-comin'!  Just gimme a danged minute," came a reply from the kitchen.  
Patty turned Stanley to face that direction, and shortly thereafter a woman 
emerged from the doorway, the likes of which he had not seen before.  She 
was maybe 45 years old, but with the right makeup could have passed for the 
girls' sister.  She was not as tall as the sisters, but this woman was BUILT; 
just under six feet tall, with wavy brown hair cascading down to her shoulders -- 
much like Patty's, except that hers was accented by little streaks of gray.  She 
had a face just mature enough to be commandingly beautiful, with a regal nose 
like Penny's, piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips that curled up 
at the ends in what appeared to be a perpetually knowing half-smile.  She had a 
strong chin that looked like it could take a punch, and her broad shoulders and 
chest supported two huge globes of "lady bumps" that looked none the worse 
for having nursed two giant twin girls.  Her narrow waist and flat belly were 
perched atop wide hips and a full round ass that looked firm enough to bounce 
a quarter on.   

She was clad in a black sports bra that exposed a lot of cleavage and blue jean 
shorts that were so high-cut that Daisy Duke would've been embarrassed to 
wear them. The outfit, or lack thereof, exposed what seemed to be acres of 
tanned, toned skin; and arms that were not cut, but hard and muscular, 
sculpted by hard work instead of time in a gym.  Stanley's eyes widened and 
his pupils dilated as he took in every inch of her.  There were stray little curls 
of hair poking out from the crotch of the shorts, little droplets of sweat making 
them glisten, and Stanley was so distracted by them that he took almost no 
immediate notice of her curvy thighs and diamond calves above elegant long 
and narrow bare feet.  He couldn't stop staring at her, trying to take every 
detail in at once, but her presence seemed so magnificent as to make that 
impossible.  If she moved or took a breath, other parts would move as well, 
riveting his attention to them at the exclusion of everything else? until she 
moved or flexed something else and fixed his gaze upon THAT.

"Well, what do we have here?" she murmured with amusement. Her Southern 
accent was more delicate than the twins; it seemed to perfectly compliment 
her deep, sultry, and commanding voice, enrapturing him even further. She 
was scary in a stern motherly way, but at the same time was supremely sexy. 
Stanley still couldn't stop staring at her, and his face flushed with the heat 
of attraction. Ma had seen this reaction from men every time she went into town 
but she had never understood how their minds seemed to go blank whenever 
they saw her, making them oblivious to their surroundings.  More than one 
man had literally walked into a lamppost or into his wife's back while 
distracted by Ma's beauty.

Previous captives, on the other hand, were usually too angry or too scared 
when they first arrived to appreciate that view until much later, after she and 
the girls had "settled 'em down a bit" by taking the fight and/or fear out of 
them.  Stanley by contrast exhibited nothing but awe.  "Y'all should have told 
me you were comin' home so soon.  I ain't properly dressed to receive?." 
Stanley couldn't imagine how she could possibly look any better than she did 
right then.  She was in her natural element as a rough-hewn goddess, a 
barefoot Queen of the Wild, and he had instantly become her loyal subject.

"We had a little trouble gettin' this one; figured it was best to leave early," 
explained Penny. "He looked like he was about to be killed and eaten by this 
bitch who thought she owned him and wanted to have her cake and eat it, too, 
so we rescued him. She was scrappy for her size; almost got the better of me."

"Really?  That surprises me.  I guess he's worth fightin' for, then?"

"I dunno about that, yet, but it was the right thing to do" said Penny, "He 
seemed too cute and sweet to let go to waste like that."

Ain't he pretty, Mama?" cooed Patty.  "Can we keep him?"

"He's cute, I'll give y'all that" said Mama appraisingly, almost to herself.  
"He's kinda runty, though.  What kind of goods does he have?"  Penny studied a 
spot on the wall while Patty looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, COME ON, now!" laughed 
Mama, "Don't act like y'all don't know!"  Patty giggled.   She winked at Mama, 
then stepped behind Stanley and slipped his costume harem pants down to 
where his ankles were bound together.  Mama let out a low whistle.  "He's 
quite the show-er, ain't he?" she said appreciatively, unconsciously biting her 
lower lip.  Stanley's awe grew even more intense when he saw this, the sexiest 
of gestures from the sexiest queen of all women.

"Oh yeah, he sure is!" beamed Patty, "but he's a grower, too!  See for 
yourself."  She bent down and kissed Stanley deeply for a few seconds, then 
took hold of his love wand and massaged it to life, making it grow and grow.  
Stanley's body responded immediately, as it had been trained to do for years 
by Debra, his wife and master, becoming instantly aroused with no will or 
conscious thought on his part. Debra once boasted that she had so conditioned 
Stanley that she could rip his arm off and he would still get hard for her.  
When he became fully engorged and extended, Patty cradled Stanley up in her arms 
like a big baby and carried him over to present him to Mama like a birthday 
cake adorned with a single huge candle. 

Ma couldn't help but chuckle when she saw that Stanley was again staring at 
her, awestruck, his towering member pulsing mightily.  Becoming somewhat 
aroused herself, she unconsciously bit her lower lip again, which caused 
Stanley to gasp and his manhood to twitch, a tiny drop of precum already 
glistening at its tip. 

"You girls finish cookin' supper; I'm gonna take a test drive."  She carried 
Stanley down the hall to her bedroom, pushed the door closed with her foot, 
then plopped him down on the bed and dropped her Daisy Dukes to the floor. 
She didn't even bother to "unwrap" her present, leaving his wrists and ankles 
duct-taped and his harem pants pulled down.  She just straddled him and 
forced his arms over his head, holding them down on the bed with one hand 
while using the other to slowly explore his body.  First, she traced his lips 
with her finger, then moved her hand to surround his throat and squeeze slightly 
while she ground her hips against him, her nether lips teasing his pulsating 
pleasure pole.  She laughed as he gasped again and his face turned red, 
whether from the choking or the cock-teasing it was hard to tell.  She savored 
watching his expression of exquisite torture as she lightly rubbed the front of 
his shaft with the soft inviting flesh between her legs. His look of obvious 
distress combined with consuming lust was ever so entertaining. She was 
becoming wetter by the minute, and finally could no longer resist the urge to 
take him completely. 

She released his throat and reached down to guide him through her fleshy 
gates into Heaven.   Inch after inch of turgid man-meat disappeared inside her, 
filling her in a way she had not experienced for quite some time.  None of their 
previous captives had ever had equipment to match that of the girls' father... 
until now. Stanley's massive member somehow felt different from anything 
she'd ever experienced, and yet it also brought forth memories of her romantic 
and wildly erotic past with her late husband.  She sighed audibly as her body 
adjusted to the feeling of incredible fullness, and she sat unmoving for almost 
a full minute before beginning to ride him, which was good fortune for Stanley, 
who had been near the point of no return almost immediately upon being 
caught in the strong, wet grip of her still-athletic love glove.  The pause 
allowed him to recover enough composure to make it possible to withstand 
the first few tsunamic waves of ecstatic pleasure she sent through him.

It was an old house without much in the way of insulation in the interior walls.  
Penny stirred the pot of beans and ham on the stove while Patty made up a 
pan of cornbread batter to slide into the oven.  After what seemed like a long 
silence they heard a muffled "Mmmph!" from Stanley, followed by a long 
series of loud grunts and then a loud, explosive moan from him, mixed with 
some low moans from Mama.  "I like how she always allows the livestock to 
finish first!" grinned Patty. "Mama is so unselfish."  Several minutes later, 
however, they were startled by a loud moan from Mama.  Patty and Penny 
both giggled.  "I forgot to tell her about his tongue!" laughed Patty. "I guess 
she found out on her own?." 

After Ma's outcry died away there were several more minutes of silence. Soon 
after, however, a loud thumping indicated she was taking Stanley for another 
ride.  The bed's wooden legs pounded and scraped on the old hardwood floor 
as it bounced up and down in a steadily increasing rhythm. There were moans 
from Stanley, which grew in volume along with the loudness of the thumping. 
Suddenly there was the hollow wooden ringing sound of a two by four 
dropping onto the floor.  "That's one!" grinned Patty as she and Penny stopped 
what they were doing and just listened.  The thumping grew even louder and 
more rapid, and soon the sound of falling wood rang out again.  "Two!" cried 
Penny. "Ride 'im, Mama!" she said, a little too loudly.  

"She better hurry!" said Patty, "There ain't many slats left in that old bed!" 
As if on cue, the thumping reached a crescendo, pounding at an incredible pace.  
The staccato drumbeat continued for an unbelievably long time, until finally 
male and female voices both cried out as one. Suddenly more wood was heard 
falling, and then a loud clatter as the bed fell apart and two bodies crashed to 
the floor.  They heard a loud groan from Stanley mixed with a peal of amused 
laughter from Mama, after which an extended muffled conversation began 
between the two that the girls couldn't hear.

After a while Mama's bedroom door suddenly opened and footsteps came 
padding down the hall.  Penny and Patty hurriedly returned to their chores as 
if nothing had happened, winking at each other when Mama came into the room 
wearing only her sports bra.  She went to the refrigerator and grabbed two 
bottles of PBR.  As the fridge door closed she noticed both girls staring at her.  

"What?" she inquired.

"How'd your 'test drive' go?" said Penny, trying to keep a straight face.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill him!" she laughed.  "He's pretty sturdy for a little 
feller."  She smiled and winked, then said, "Y'all go ahead and eat without us," 
then turned and headed back down the hall with the beers.  "Y'all done real 
good this time!" she called back over her shoulder, just before slamming the 
bedroom door behind her.  
When supper was ready the two girls sat at the table and ate in silence, both 
lost in thought. About the time they were finishing up, they heard another 
chorus of ecstatic moans, then a silent pause followed by more laughter.  
Patty's face flushed with more than a little bit of jealousy; she'd really liked 
Stanley from the very beginning and had sort of hoped to keep him to herself, 
but now that was obviously not going to happen.  She looked at Penny, who 
smiled ruefully, shook her head and said, "I think maybe we done TOO good, 
DANGIT!" which made both of them laugh. 

By the time the girls retired to their respective bedrooms, Ma had begun using 
Stanley for a very noisy round 3, every detail of which was all too easy for 
them to hear.  Both girls quickly succumbed to the pornographic sound show and 
independently began pleasuring themselves.  By the time Ma and Stanley's 
climactic cacophony of cumming cries again began reverberating through the 
house, it was joined by the two girls' own explosive expressions of paroxysmal 
passion, all of which combined was loud enough to startle sleeping birds from 
the trees outside.  When those effusive exclamations of ecstasy had finally 
subsided, the house filled with an exhausted silence that remained until late 
the next morning. 

Ma awakened before everyone else; her habits and work ethic overcoming the 
sleepy after-effects of her lascivious labors last night.  She slipped into 
the bathroom and quietly took a quick cold-water sponge bath at the sink, then 
dressed and went out the back door.  She padded barefoot out to the little 
wet-weather stream behind the house that flowed down to the creek at the 
bottom of the ridge. She was looking for ramps, a kind of wild green onion that 
would nicely flavor the chicken soup she was going to make for dinner that 
night.  She didn't have much luck, and had followed the stream for some 
distance downhill when she heard a vehicle splashing along the creek in the 
valley down below her.  She could hear the engine rattling as it forded the 
creek from where the paved road ended and the gravel road picked up on the 
other side.  Almost as soon as the vehicle climbed out of the creek bed, 
however, it stopped and the engine shut off.  'Fishermen, maybe' she thought, 
and went back to her search for ramps.  

A few minutes later, however, Ma saw a figure moving through the trees just 
off the side of the road, headed in the direction of the house. Ma padded 
silently toward the person to see who it might be, trying to keep trees between 
her and the mysterious figure so as not to be noticed.  Though Ma's feet were 
long and graceful, their soles were as tough as shoe leather from years of 
walking barefoot. Short of stepping directly on a buckthorn, she was able to 
cover ground quickly in almost all types of terrain, and soon she had almost 
overtaken her quarry.  To her surprise it was a woman dressed in black tank-
top, black yoga pants, and some cute little black hiking boots, the handle of 
a sheath knife sticking out the top of the right boot.  She had long brown hair 
in a ponytail pulled through the back of a black baseball cap, and she carried a 
coil of rope over her right shoulder.  She was, in a word, gorgeous: About 5'9" 
tall, with broad shoulders holding aloft two bodacious breasts that served to 
accentuate how small her waist was, as did her curvy hips and firm round ass.  
She seemed to have unusually long legs, which were shapely AND powerful-
looking as they flexed with her every uphill step.  She was curvy and 
voluptuous, yet she had a mean, dangerous look about her. Ma suddenly 
realized exactly who the woman in front of her was -- Stanley's wife, or soon-
to-be ex-wife, as Ma liked to think of her.  She had heard a little bit about 
Debra in pillow talk with Stanley the night before, and Ma resolved after one 
night with Stanley that she was not going to give him up until she was good 
and ready.

Debra was picking her way through the trees and brush, trying to be as quiet as 
possible and stay more or less hidden from the road.  Ma was able to close the 
distance rather leisurely, taking care to remain silent herself.  It gave her 
ample opportunity to admire Debra's voluptuous but surprisingly hard body.  She 
could see why Stanley had been attracted to her, as she herself was attracted.  
Ma grinned as she thought about how erotic it would be to wrestle Debra 
down and strangle her, or maybe smother her, or maybe just?.  Ma was 
getting wet just thinking about it!

Slightly winded from the half-mile of steep uphill climb, Debra paused for a 
moment to breathe deeply and check her bearings. It was then that a bare left 
forearm flashed through her vision on its way to wrapping itself around her 
neck.  Debra's instinct was razor sharp:  She instantly lowered her chin blocking 
the chokehold. But Ma brought her right hand around and jammed the knuckle 
of her index finger into the nerve center under Debra's nose.  Her head 
instinctively lifted up and back to relieve the painful pressure despite her best 
efforts to resist, and the crook of Ma's arm closed around Deb's neck.  Debra 
pitched down and forward to throw Ma over, but Ma kept an iron grip on the 
chokehold even as she went over her opponent's back, taking Debra down 
with her.  As her neck bent severely, Debra was forced around so that she was 
on her back on top of Ma and still in the chokehold.  She was bringing her right 
foot up to reach for her boot knife just as Ma clamped down on the chokehold 
with all of her considerable strength and instantly put Debra's lights out.

When Debra came to, she found herself thrown over Ma's shoulder, her head 
upside down and staring at Ma's rather exquisite backside. Her hands were 
tied behind her back and her legs bound at the knees and ankles, probably 
with her own rope, Debra thought with chagrin.  She tried to aim a kick at Ma's 
crotch, but found that her ankles were connected to her wrists in a loose 
hogtie which prevented her from kicking with any force. Ma felt Deb's spasm, 
though, and unceremoniously dumped her off onto the ground on her back, 
knocking the wind out of her.  Deb looked up to see Ma's hand coming down 
to chop her neck.  There was a painful flash of light in her brain and then she 
knew nothing more.

Deb's next sensation was a pounding headache that gradually faded as she 
became fully awake and aware of her surroundings.  She found herself in a 
barn, with racks of drying tobacco plants hanging from supports in the rafters 
above, and hay bales stacked at various locations on the dirt floor.  She was 
naked, standing with her back against one of the heavy vertical support poles. 
She was tied to it by ropes, tying her wrists together behind her back around 
the pole, a rope around her waist and the pole, and a strap around her 
forehead.  Her feet were bound individually to eyebolts at either end of a 3-
foot long horizontal two-by-four, attached to the pole at its bottom, 
immobilizing and spreading her legs slightly. The strap on her head restricted 
her from turning her head very much, so she could look straight ahead or to 
the left and right but not up and down, not that there was much to see, other 
than the dim reflection from the tail lights of the Defender, which had been 
pulled into the barn.  Her mouth had been stuffed with some cloth and then 
covered with duct tape, effectively muffling any sort of sound she might try 
to make, which seemed pointless in that there was probably no one around to 
hear her even if she could cry for help. 

"You shouldn't have come here," said Ma quietly into Debra's ear, startling the 
heck out of her.  She must have been standing behind Debra, waiting for her to 
come to.  "We didn't kidnap Stanley so much as we SAVED him from you, and 
he knows that.  I guess you don't care whether he wants to come back or not, 
since as far as your concerned he's just your trained little dog. Hmm?  you did 
train him well, I must say, so well that he's been doin' lots of little tricks for 
us!  Watch and see?."  

She walked over to the walk-in door of the barn and threw it open; the bright 
light of the day poured in momentarily blinding Debra.  In came Penny 
followed by Patty carrying a large burlap sack.  Ma closed the door, then 
flipped one of several switches on the wall next to the door.  A couple of the 
overhead lights came on, illuminating two rectangular hay bales placed end to 
end and covered with a green plastic tarp.  Ma returned to the other side of 
the room, where Debra remained tied to the column.  They were cast into 
relative shadow in contrast to the bright lights over the hay bales.

Patty placed the bottom of the burlap sack on the floor and pulled apart the 
drawstrings at the top, allowing the bag to slide down revealing its contents:  
Stanley was standing there naked in all his diminutive glory, his eyes blinking 
as they adjusted to the light, the tip of his flaccid love tool hanging down an 
inordinately long distance between his legs.  Ma mused that it was no wonder 
that Debra wanted to keep him:  He was kind of fun to look at even when he 
wasn't ready for action.  "Grrrrrmph," growled Debra angrily. Ma walked over 
to a workbench by the wall and put a CD into an ancient, dusty boom box that 
looked as if it had been there for years.  Cool jazz music wafted through the 
barn.  It wasn't Ma's first rodeo: a little music was always relaxing, and in 
this case it covered most of the potentially distracting noises from Debra.

"Step out, Honey" said Patty sweetly, and Stanley did as he was told.  She 
kicked the bag away and stood in front of him, staring down into his eyes from 
almost two feet above, a look of ravenous hunger on her face.  Penny stepped 
behind him and put her arms around his chest, holding him gently while Patty 
slowly, provocatively disrobed.  A particular part of Stanley's anatomy was 
suitably provoked and came to life.  Again Debra growled though her gag, but 
it was barely audible to anyone but Ma.

When Patty was naked, she took Stanley away from Penny and embraced him, 
bending to attack his mouth with a deeply passionate kiss while Penny 
undressed, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor.  When she was completely 
naked, Penny moved up behind Stanley, reached around his chest and began 
rolling his nipples between the fingers of each hand while Patty continued to 
mouth fuck him with her tongue.  Stanley moaned into her mouth, his wicked 
big love-wand swelling to the considerable limits of its expansion, rising until 
the tip tickled the inside of Patty's gorgeous thigh.  "Oh! Hee hee hee?" 
giggled Patty lasciviously as she broke off the kiss, then gathered him up in 
her arms like a baby.  In an impressive show of strength, she curled him toward 
her, taking the first few inches of his massive member into her mouth.  Stanley 
gasped, and Patty giggled again. 

She lowered him to the tarp on his back and then straddled his hips.  Penny 
moved to straddle Stanley's head with her knees, facing toward his feet.  
Together the girls lowered themselves onto him, Penny trapping one head 
while Patty enveloped the other.  Almost in unison, the twins slowly flexed 
their hips forward and back, stimulating all three of them.  Patty moaned with 
obvious pleasure as his shaft disappeared inside her.  Penny smiled with 
satisfaction, working over his nose with her fleshy mound, then settled onto 
his face. "Oh!" she cried a few seconds later when Stanley found her sweet 
spot with his thick tongue. The girls leaned toward each other and kissed, each 
fondling the other's breasts while they continued their kneeling dance on top 
of Stanley.

Gradually their pace began to quicken, Patty rocking back and forth with 
Stanley's cock inside her while Penny moved her hips forward and back, her 
nether lips alternately parted by his nose and tongue.  Penny began moaning 
first, apparently getting the better end of the deal, although Patty seemed 
quite content to ride Stanley's bargain-sized baloney pony.  As their 
excitement increased, so did their movements.  These were young, strong girls 
who were used to expressing themselves with extreme physicality, and they 
were getting a little carried away.  Stanley could hardly be seen under the two 
giant, writhing Amazon girls, and Ma was getting concerned they might injure 
the little man, but she dared not interfere and ruin a good teaching moment.  
She hoped he was as sturdy as he seemed.  

Enraptured by the amazing stimulation of their nether regions, the girls 
disengaged from each other and each began riding Stanley, moaning with 
pleasure at every stroke.    In his past life with Debra, Stanley had focused so 
hard on his cunnilingus skills that he often lost some or all of his erection in 
the process, but that didn't happen at all here with the twins.  It was freeing 
and a little flattering that they were both so responsive to him.  Patty took total 
control of his power-pole while he expertly played Penny's sensual instrument, 
producing sweet love music from her the like of which he (and she) had not 
heard for quite a while.  

Sensing that Penny's arousal had progressed to the point where she could 
tolerate more intense stimulation, he found one of her other sweet spots and 
attacked it with his tongue, stroking it as hard as he could.  Taken by surprise, 
Penny gasped and then cried out, "Oh, YES!" and moaned loudly as her body 
began twitching with each of his strokes.  Patty had been pacing both herself 
and Stanley so he didn't cum too soon, but seeing Penny near to cumming, she 
began thrusting herself madly up and down on Stanley's mega-meat so as not 
to be left behind, adjusting her thrusts to maximize her own pleasure.  

Stanley moaned into Penny's vagina but kept tonguing her for all he was 
worth.  All of them now began a three-part harmony of ecstatic elocution that 
built and built until they reached a simultaneous crescendo, shaking the barn 
to the rafters with their combined outcry.  Their simultaneous climax seemed 
to go on for a long time, but as the music finally died away it was suddenly 
joined by the explosive sound of Mama's release as she crested the peak of her 
own passionate arousal.  She had been so taken with the sight before her that 
she was unable to control her desire and had to get relief at her own hand.

There fell a silence broken only by soft jazz from the boom box and heavy 
breathing from Stanley, Penny, Patty, and Mama as they recovered.  Penny 
stood up and Patty lifted herself off Stanley's softening shaft.  They helped 
Stanley to his feet and both girls in turn embraced Stanley and kissed him 
deeply, which incredibly caused his considerable manhood to begin expanding 
again.  Patty giggled and began idly fondling it, surprised by its exceptionally 
rapid recovery.  She soon had it completely restored to its full glory and was 
stroking it in earnest, which made Stanley's eyes close and his mouth open to 
release a soft moan from inside him.

It was then that a maniacal banshee scream of rage pierced the air.  Despite 
her gag, Debra was shrieking loudly through her nose while she hurled herself 
forward against her restraints in a spastic explosion, her face turning a dark 
crimson from oxygen deprivation and blind fury.  Stanley turned to see from 
where the noise emanated and was aghast. He had not known Debra was 
within a hundred miles, much less in the same room.  He shuddered and lost 
his erection, terrified by her fury even though he could see that she was 
effectively restrained.  But he still could not stop staring at her naked body; 
her hair wild, face flushed, and muscles pumped from her struggle to escape.  
She had been taken-over by the green-eyed monster, Jealousy; it caused her to 
exude a sense of wild power, impotent though it might be at that moment.  
Even tied up, she was a gorgeous, terrible goddess, and despite what she had 
done to him (or maybe because of it, this time), Stanley was consumed with 
lust for her.  His hard-on returned with a vengeance.

"Do it!" whispered Patty into his ear from behind him. She knew what he 
wanted even before he did.  "Do it!" she said again.  "Fuck her! She can't hurt 
you now."  She grinned an evil grin.  " Do what you want to her.  Make HER 
take sloppy seconds for a change!"  

Penny picked up a small wooden crate that had once held tobacco seedlings to 
be planted, and handed it to Stanley.  "Your footstool, Master," she said in 
mock deference.  It was all the encouragement he needed.

Stanley walked over to Debra and set the crate upside down in front of her, 
then stepped up on it.  He leaned in and nibbled at her neck, but she thrashed 
about in her restraints.  He grabbed both her shoulders and slammed her back 
against the barn pole to which she was tied, her legs still forced apart by the 
length of 2x4 at its base.  Without any other preliminaries he drove his massive 
meat ram up through the gates of her pussy.  She growled painfully like a 
wounded animal, which sent a wave of grim satisfaction through him.  He bent 
his knees, dropped his hips and the launched himself upward again.  And again.  
And again?.

Debra closed her eyes but did not otherwise react, a defiant look of rage on 
her face. Stanley for once did not care in the least what she was feeling, 
concentration only on his own attack on her and ultimately his own 
satisfaction. Everyone including Stanley had thought this would be quick and 
dirty, but Stanley thrust himself into her over and over and over, his hands on 
her shoulders to steady and control her, and to use for leverage in launching 
each new thrust.  He remembered an old TV news image of Mike Tyson 
bellowing to someone he hated that, "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you LOVE me!"  
It played over and over in his mind, and he relished it, lived it; wanted this 
moment of power to last forever.  

He had once loved this woman, and still did, even though he now hated her, 
too. He wanted to hurt her, to make her suffer at his hands, but deep inside he 
also wanted to make love to her and make her cum, to make her love him.

And, to everyone's amazement cum she did.  

There is a theory that deep inside, some dominators really want to be 
dominated themselves.  Alternately, some believe that being in complete 
control involves so much work that once a dominator finds him or herself 
helpless and under someone else's control, he/she is shocked and surprised to 
find it quite freeing to give up the fight.  For whatever reason, Debra suddenly 
cried out and shook violently. Trembling for several long moments, she 
collapsed against her restraints, a flood of her cum drenching Stanley's genitals 
and running down his legs.  

Unfazed, Stanley still fucked her on and on despite Debra's body having 
become completely limp. He used his hands to keep her steady while he 
continued his assault.  It was several more minutes before he came; by then his 
maniacal thrusting had him so close to exhaustion that he was barely able to 
complete the three massive final thrusts with which he emptied himself into 
her.  He then collapsed against her body, his head lolling over her shoulder. 
They remained there unmoving, crumpled against each other.  It was some 
moments before he realized he was feeling the wet warmth of her tears 
dripping down his back. 

Stanley pulled back and looked at Debra, but her head was turned and her eyes 
tightly closed to stanch her tears.  The moment he'd cum inside her he felt 
grim satisfaction at having taken her against her will, just like she had him 
so many times. However, seeing her crying like that, he felt instant pangs of 
remorse.   He wanted to comfort her, but was sure she would reject any 
attempt to do so. That reminded him of all the times she'd abused and 
degraded him, but made no attempt to comfort him.  Conflicted, he removed 
his now-shrunken cock, turned, and walked away.  He went to the door to the 
outside, opened it, and departed for the house without looking back.

Mama and the girls turned off the lights and locked the door after they left.  
"She's tied up pretty good," said Mama, "but I don't trust that bitch one tiny 
bit. Same reason I put the keys to that Jeep-lookin' vehicle in the house."

"I don't think you have to worry, Mama," said Patty.  "I think Stanley broke 
her down enough she won't try anything too soon."  Penny nodded, getting wet 
again thinking about what she'd just watched.  The bitch had it comin', as far 
as she was concerned.

"We've took her down a peg or two for sure," Mama mused, "but she ain't 
completely broke yet."  

Debra dozed, for how long she wasn't sure, but when she woke it was getting 
dark outside.  Her joints were aching from being tied up, and she was 
physically exhausted from her ordeal.  She didn't want to admit that she was 
emotionally exhausted, too, but deep inside she knew there was no denying.  
She was a strong woman used to being in control of the world around her, but 
events of the last two days had destroyed her confidence. Her absolute rule 
over her diminutive husband had been challenged and then taken away. Now 
she herself had been taken prisoner and made completely helpless, unable to 
resist an assault by the very man she had considered to be her slave, and made 
to watch him enjoy sex with two other women simultaneously.

The walk-in door opened and the lights came on.  It was Mama, carrying a 5-
gallon bucket and some wash-cloths and towels.  She pulled the duct tape 
away from Debra's mouth as gently as possible and had her spit the cloth out. 
"Stanley said you would need someone to clean up his mess."  She grinned, 
quoting her own oft-repeated command to him back to her.  She set the 
bucket down next to Debra and plunged one of the cloths into it, coming out 
with a sloppy, soapy lather dripping from it. She wrung out the cloth over 
Debra's head, wetting her hair, then dipped the cloth in the bucket again, 
repeating the process several times.  The warm soapy water felt wonderful and 
smelled good, too.  She massaged Debra's scalp with her fingers, working the 
lather into her hair, then dipped the wash cloth again without wringing it and 
wiped Debra's face and neck; some of the sudsy warmth ran down her chest 
between her bodacious breasts, some suds running down the valley of her 
back and into the crack of her gorgeous ass.  Mama found herself getting a 
little steamed up, and it wasn't from the temperature of the water.

She washed Debra's arms and back, then started with the feet and worked her 
way up Debra's legs.  When she came close to her crotch, she looked Debra in 
the eye, or tried to.  Debra's head was tilted back against the pole and her 
eyes were closed, but there were no tears this time.  Her breath was quickening, 
her breasts rising and falling quite markedly, which made Mama's breath quicken 
as well.  She washed each breast in turn, making sure each nipple was 
thoroughly scrubbed.  Debra tried not to let Mama know how the washing was 
making her feel, and she tried denying it to herself as well? both without 
success.

Mama moved the wash-cloth around and down to Debra's ass, washing it 
slowly, squeezing the cloth out above her crack so that water cascaded 
through that beautiful feminine crevasse.  Then she plunged the cloth into it, 
gently pushing it into Debra's little starfish to get it squeaky clean. "Oh!" 
gasped Debra in surprise, then "Mmm?" as Mama continued to clean it; in and 
out, over and over, deeper with each stroke.  Debra's mouth was open, about 
to cry out at any moment.

Mama chuckled and stopped, dipping the cloth back into the bucket, this time 
bringing it up to lather Debra's wispy pubes.  "Ooh?" she whispered.  After a 
moment Mama moved the cloth to be kissed by Debra's nether lips, working it 
forward and back along and between them, cleaning the little head that Debra 
loved so much.  "Oh!  Oh, God?" she whispered.

"No need to whisper," said Mama into her ear.  "Don't try to hide it, girl, I 
know you like it.  Your face is flushed and you're panting like a hound dog on 
a hot day!  You like it; you want me to clean you until you cum, don't you?"  
Debra was clearly under Mama's spell but did not speak.  Mama stopped 
washing and said: "Well, don't you?"  When Debra still didn't speak, Mama 
took her earlobe in her mouth and sucked, then let go of it. "Say it, she 
breathed. "Say, 'Mama I want you to make me cum.'" She emphasized her 
point by again lightly washing Debra's labia. "Say it, or I'll say 'good night' 
and go in the house and make Stanley cum instead."  

The statement jarred her and confused her emotions.  She should be feeling 
anger, even rage at Mama's threat to be with Stanley, but for some reason it 
only bothered her because Mama shouldn't want to make Stanley cum when 
she could make her, Debra, cum.  Her jealousy was that of a small child who 
cries when someone else gets what SHE wanted, rather than the murderous 
adult rage of a scorned woman.  In just a short time this powerful, arrogant 
woman had fallen under Mama's spell and desperately wanted what the 
masterful, mature woman could give her.  Giving in to her desire, Debra 
breathed, "Mama, I want you to make me cum."

"Mama, I want you to make me cum, what?" taunted Mama.

"Please, Mama.   I want you to make me cum, PLEASE!"  She was unabashedly 
begging for it, now.  Debra couldn't believe herself, wondering what had 
happened to her self-respect. But DAMMIT, her loins were on fire with desire, 
and she was desperate for the relief that it seemed only Mama could give her.

Mama chuckled at her latest conquest.  She worked the wash-cloth forward 
and back, forward and back, then dropped the cloth into the bucket and 
stroked Debra's love button with her fingers as only another woman knows 
how to do.  Debra began to moan continuously; Mama continued stroking 
while kissing her neck, her breasts, and her belly.  She then dropped to her 
knees, sealed her mouth over Debra's nether lips, and worked over Debra's 
super-engorged nubbin with her tongue.  Some minutes later, Stanley and the 
girls heard Debra's cries of ecstasy from all the way inside the house.

Debra had cum mightily, her body releasing a monumental volume of female 
ejaculate.  Mama nevertheless contained and drank most of it, saving just a 
little on her tongue with which to kiss Debra whenever she stopped shaking 
with contractions.  Their eventual kiss was loving and passionate, and 
continued for quite some time. Mama finally broke off the kiss, and the spell, 
and turned, picked up the wash bucket and walked toward the door. "Mama!" 
Debra called after her. "Please untie me?  I'll be good, I swear!"  She was 
pleading now, not demanding or even asking, but plaintively begging.  

"We'll see, honey," said Mama in a motherly tone.  "That's not for you to think 
about right now."

Completely exhausted, Debra sagged against the ropes restraining her and 
dozed, even though Mama left the lights on when she departed.  She'd only 
slept for a few minutes, or so it seemed, when the door opened and Penny and 
Patty entered the barn, dressed in black tank-tops, no bras, denim Daisy Dukes, 
and bare feet. Patty had something in her hand that Debra couldn't see; she 
laid it on the tarp-covered hay bales and the two girls walked together over in 
front of Debra and stood a few feet away.  They embraced each other in a 
passionate kiss, after which they both undressed, very slowly -- even though 
they didn't have many clothes to discard. 

Debra guessed what was coming. "No.  No. Please, NO!" she pleaded.  "I can't 
take any more forced sex.  PLEASE!" 

"Awww, you're a strong girl; I bet ya you can take a LOT more, honey!"  Patty 
said with mock sympathy.  "Besides, it's Mama's orders, and we always do 
what she tells us to. You will, too."  The two girls closed in on either side 
of Debra and kissed her neck while fondling her breasts.  Penny whispered in her 
ear: "Wait 'till ya see what Patty has for ya."  

Penny continued to feel her up, while Patty went over to the hay bale and 
came back with a large cucumber.  "Fresh from the garden!" she laughed.  
"Had to look for a bit to find one bigger than Stanley!"

"NOOO," groaned Debra. "Please, no more?" She hated that so many things 
had been done to her against her will, but she hated herself even more 
because she knew deep down inside that much of the forced stimulation had 
brought her pleasure, albeit involuntarily.  It made her feel that she, the 
great and powerful Debra, was actually as weak and subject to the power of 
others as her little slave Stanley was.  

"But wait!" laughed Patty, "There IS more!"  Penny, more athletic than Patty 
(which was saying something) stood in front of Debra, reached up and grabbed 
the beam supported by the pole to which Debra was tied.  She hung there and 
walked herself forward with her hands until she could swing her legs up and 
over Debra's shoulders, then inched still forward until her crotch was in 
Debra's face.  She crossed her ankles behind Debra's back and drew her head 
deep into her fleshy prison.

Penny said kind of sweetly, "You know what to do, honey."   Debra did not 
even try to protest.  She was physically and mentally exhausted, and she knew 
it would do no good anyway.  She kissed Penny's labia as passionately as she 
could manage under the circumstances, in the hope Penny would come quickly 
and release her.  She was surprised to find Penny's hairy mound was quite 
fragrant, and the flavor of her copiously flowing juices was actually somewhat 
pleasant, so Debra was able to really put her tongue into her work.  She 
worked it inside Penny and stroked all the places she herself liked to be 
touched.

Penny arched her back and moaned appreciatively.  Her muscular arms holding 
onto the beam flexed massively, as did her abs, and her bodacious breasts rose 
and fell with each of her breaths.  Debra was mightily impressed and felt 
encouraged to continue, which she now did with gusto.  Penny moaned more 
loudly, and Debra could feel her legs twitch against Debra's shoulder with 
every tongue stroke. Debra was becoming excited in spite of herself; any 
inhibitions she had about pleasing Penny orally were melting away, and her 
own loins were becoming wet and engorged.  

It was at that moment that Patty pushed the cucumber between Debra's labia.  
She gasped, then grunted, as it filled her.  When Patty began working it up 
and down, Debra's moan matched Penny's and she briefly lost her concentration, 
but she adjusted to the fullness and resumed pleasing Penny with renewed 
fervor, lapping at her clit in time with Penny's thrusts.  Penny and Debra were 
soon moaning in unison. Patty chuckled at their discomfiture, but as the music 
of their passion rose in volume and intensity, she, too became more than a 
little aroused.  She worked the cucumber with one hand while working her 
own love buttons with the other.   

It was a warm evening for early April, allowing the windows to be opened.  
Stanley heard low moans emanating from the barn and knew there was yet 
another "breaking" session going on.  He should have felt satisfaction that 
Debra was getting what was coming to her and was being made to do things 
the same way she had made him do, but he was conflicted.  It wasn't like they 
were really hurting her, just making her do things against her will (he avoided 
the term "rape" in his mind), but he knew that, for Debra, that would indeed 
damage her self-esteem (which Mama had called "smugness", when she 
argued that Deb needed to be taken down a notch or two).  

Despite everything Debra had done to him, deep down Stanley still loved her 
and did not want any real harm to come to her.  He hated himself for what he 
saw as weakness, but he'd known for a long time that he was physically and 
emotionally addicted to her.  He was feeling remorse, and was afraid Mama 
and the girls might have further "breaking" games planned that would involve 
actual damage. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.  He also loved Mama 
and the girls, but for Stanley Debra was a goddess and he just one of her mere 
mortal subjects.  Part of that, too, was jealousy:  The sounds from the barn 
meant the girls were enjoying his Goddess without him. 

Finally, in truth he was afraid their "breaking" might bond her to them instead 
of him.

Ever the early riser, Mama kissed Stanley good night and went off to bed.  
Stanley was afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing what was happening 
out there.  He went into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, 
looking for something to help him relax.  The first thing he saw was a box of 
condoms?no help there.  Then there was aspirin, a box of cotton swabs, and 
... VOILA! foil packets of capsules marked "Diazepam for pelvic pain" -- the 
generic for Valium!  

He tore open one of the packets and found a soft, waxy, creamy kind of caplet 
that appeared to be ready to melt.  On closer inspection, he found the package 
was from a compounding pharmacy and had instructions for inserting a vaginal 
suppository.  A figurative light bulb went on over Stanley's head as an idea 
suddenly occurred to him?. 

Mama had just dropped off to sleep when Stanley came into the room and 
slipped under the sheet with her.  He immediately began French kissing her 
labia.  "Wha-?" she said, then "Mmm" as she realized what he was doing.  
Soon she sighed, then moaned as Stanley found her sweet spots.  He 
continued, taking his time, as Mama became fully awake and fully aroused.  
"Dang, boy!" she said breathily, "What's got into you!?"

He looked up and grinned.  "I think the better question is what's going to get 
into YOU?!" and went back to work with his tongue.  Mama relaxed and 
enjoyed his expert attention, and soon was heading toward the edge of a 
climactic cliff.  Sensing the time was right, he rose up and inserted himself 
into her waiting love tunnel.  

"Ooh, yeah!" sighed Mama, thinking this was the perfect nightcap; she would 
sleep well tonight. He made love to her leisurely, slowly filling her with man-
meat and then drawing it back out at the same pace, over and over and over 
again, as if he were going to go on all night.  His unhurried rhythm allowed 
Mama's arousal to build steadily, seemingly taking her up and up and up, until 
a sudden climax sneaked up on her.  "Oooh," she breathed.  "Ooh, baby!" she 
breathed again, then "Oooh, BABY!  OH, YEAH, BABY!" she moaned.  It was one 
of those quick, satisfying little orgasms that are like a midnight snack at just 
the right time.  It made her feel dreamy and relaxed, like she was floating?.  
She was snoring even before he could pull out of her.

He carefully removed the condom and dropped it in the kitchen trash, hiding it 
under an empty beer bottle.  He had melted two of the Diazepam 
suppositories in a saucer in the microwave, then used a cotton swab to paint 
the outside of the condom with the liquid Diazepam before he got into bed 
with her.  Mama would likely be in Dreamland for some time to come. 

A cacophony of moans from three different voices drifted in through the 
windows from over in the barn, so he knew the girls were just about done and 
would likely be returning soon.  He made his preparations and waited. A few 
minutes later, the girls came through the door together, subdued whispering 
between them interspersed with suppressed giggles.  Both tired from their 
work with Debra, they kissed each other good night and each went into her 
room.

Patty closed the door and undressed, leaving her clothes in a pile.  She turned 
to get into bed and found Stanley already there and covered by the sheet, 
which was quite obviously tented by his erect center pole.  She stifled a giggle, 
not wanting to wake anyone, and whispered "What the heck are you doin'!?"

"The noises y'all were makin' got me all hot and bothered," he whispered back, 
amazed at how much country accented speech he'd already picked up. "I 
thought maybe ya wouldn't mind helpin' me with this here swelling, maybe?"  
He'd always heard there was no woman more willing than one who has just 
had sex, and was hoping that was true.

"Well, I just might" she winked.  She pulled back the sheet and her eyes 
widened in surprise. "A condom?"

"Thought it'd be a different feel, and it would discourage you from giving one 
o' them 'down there' kisses you like so much.  I wanted to get right to it, if'n 
y' don't mind."  He knew Patty was actually not one for much foreplay.  She 
chuckled softly, and without any ado climbed into bed and mounted him.  She 
rode him vigorously but quietly, enjoying the fullness of Stanley's engorged 
pork sausage.   Soon she felt dreamy and a little tipsy, like she'd had a couple 
beers.  

"Dang boy, what you do to me!" she giggled. She continued to ride him, but 
her pace slowed and soon her eyes closed and she began to topple: He 
grabbed her shoulders and guided her down as she fell forward on top of him, 
snoring away.  She was so much bigger than he was, it was quite a struggle to 
extricate his boner from her lovely insides and then get out from under her. 
It was enough to make him a little winded.  He caught his breath and then 
covered her with the sheet so she wouldn't get cold.

His encounter with Penny went much like it did with Mama:  He gently woke 
her, wooed her, then watched her pass out with a dreamy smile on her face.  
As her consciousness faded, though, she suddenly whispered "I'm gonna get 
you for this someday, Stanley."  She was perhaps the smartest of the girls, 
and must have sensed what he was doing.  It sent chills through him, because 
Penny was also the most serious one of the bunch.  She almost always made 
good on her promises? and her threats.

He opened the walk-in door to the barn but did not turn on the lights, just 
dropped his items on the tarped hay bale and then walked over to Debra.  The 
moonlight through one of the barn's vent slats, which had been left open, 
illuminated her face.  She was sleeping, upright and still tied to the pole, 
but she was beautiful.  She looked for all appearances like the angel she had 
never been, with her skin glowing in the moonlight and her cascade of semi-curled 
hair down around her face.  He brought the crate over in front of her and stood 
on it, kissing her on the cheek as he said, "Wake up."

"Uh, what?" she said, bleary eyed.

"I said, wake up.  Now."

"Oh, it's you, Stanley!  Okay."

"That's okay, SIR," he said commandingly.

"Okay, sir," she said mildly, surprising them both.

Without another word he kissed her lips, then kissed her neck while fondling 
her breasts, whose nipples hardened reflexively.  They looked dark in the 
moonlight, in contrast to her milky white skin.  It was all he needed to launch 
his pocket rocket.  "Just a minute," he said curtly, and turned away.

"Okay, sir," she smiled wanly.

He put on a condom and painted it with just one dose of Diazepam.  He 
returned to the crate and said into her ear: "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Okay, sir," she said in the same mild tone.

He kissed her lips, caressing her tongue with his, and she responded, albeit 
weakly.  He kissed her neck up and down, finally planting his lips about midway 
down and sucking for all he was worth, leaving her with a hickey that would 
likely last a week.  Then he kissed down her chest to her breasts, caressing one 
while he suckled at the other.  Debra made no sound, but her nipples remained 
rock hard and her eyes were closed in concentration.  He kissed down her belly 
until he reached the bottom of her delicious V, French kissing her labia much 
the same way as he'd kissed her lips. Debra still did not speak, but her 
breathing quickened and she began to tremble slightly.

Stanley went to work on Debra's most vulnerable area with the tool he wielded 
the best, his tongue.  Debra whimpered and squirmed slightly.  She'd been 
forcibly attacked there repeatedly over the last two days and nights, so she 
was a little sore and wasn't sure how much more she could take. But Stanley's 
approach was subtle, gently kissing her thighs, her mons, then her labia, all 
ever so tenderly.  The sensation was familiar to her; she associated this with 
the pleasant, loving attention she received regularly from Stanley years ago 
when first they were together.  She instinctively relaxed, sighing with relief 
and feeling nostalgia for something she had not experienced for some time.

He felt her succumb to his ministrations, and soon tasted the juices of her 
arousal made more pungent by the funk of her previous forced climax an hour 
or so earlier.  "Mmm" hummed Debra, losing her resolve to not show any 
emotion. "Mmm" she hummed again. "Ooh?  Ooh!"

The music of love began emanating from within her, albeit quietly.  It was the 
same melody of ecstasy that he had produced from her in times past when 
they had made love as equals, and it thrilled her as much as it did him.  She 
gave herself over to her feeling, surrendering to the loving attention she once 
so craved and appreciated.  Without thinking, he increased the intensity of his 
performance, instinctively following his intimate knowledge of the instrument 
of her passion.  He was rewarded with a loud unrestrained moaning from deep 
within her, soon followed by a rhythmic involuntary flexing of her hips in time 
to the strokes of his mighty mouth organ.  

The intensity seemed to go on building forever, sending her to heights of 
arousal she'd forgotten she could achieve.  She couldn't believe what he was 
making her feel, and his oral stamina appeared to have no limit.  His tongue 
strokes were ever stronger and attacking her most erotically vulnerable areas.  
Her hips flexed into his face with an intense urgency, feeling intense sensation 
but craving even more.  Sensing she was nearing her peak, he increased the 
frequency of his strokes to a frantic pace.  It wasn't long before she cried out 
and shook, a cascade of female ejaculate pouring out of her, drenching his 
face. She trembled uncontrollably for a moment, and when her contractions 
finally subsided she collapsed in exhaustion, her body once more sagging 
against the ropes restraining her.

Stanley rose up, rubbing his face against her body.  He smeared her ejaculate 
along her body until his face was even with hers, just as she'd done to him 
countless times.  He kissed her deeply, making her taste her own lovely juices. 
She could not resist his kiss but could not properly kiss him back; she was just 
too exhausted.  After a bit he broke off the kiss, held her chin in his hand, and 
raised her face to look at him.  He stared into her eyes for a moment, then 
said: "It's my turn to come."

"Okay, sir," she said, without emotion, her arrogant pride having checked out 
for the moment.  She was a physical wreck and looked it; the hair on both ends 
of her body was a tangled mass, both sets of lips were red and swollen from 
overuse, and she was bruised both from being restrained and from being 
subjected to rough, forced sex.  To Stanley, however, she was as beautiful as 
ever. Slowly, gently, he lovingly inserted himself into her.  "Ooh?" she 
breathed as his engorged shaft filled her.  She didn't even notice the condom.

Stanley found that he just couldn't fuck her violently the way he had planned 
to do. She might again become the evil bitch-from-hell whenever she 
recovered from this ordeal, but right now she was a broken, fragile beauty, too 
weak and vulnerable for him to take advantage of.  He held her in place with 
gentle pressure on her arms while he very leisurely thrust himself into and out 
of her.  "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh" she repeated at a whisper.  "Oh, Stanley!" she cried, 
softly.  It thrilled him to hear her say his name so sweetly.  He began thrusting 
faster, which made her gasp. Her breathing quickened and her hips began to 
twitch with every stroke.  "Oooh, STANLEY!" she cried. He increased his 
thrusting even more, which made her tremble and moan "Oh, GOD, STANLEY!"

He attacked her with even more vigor, and she cried out again.  He could not 
contain himself.   He exploded inside her, filling the end of the condom beyond 
its reservoir tip.  "OH GOD, DEBRA, I LOVE YOU!"  he cried. He was immediately 
aghast, shocked by the realization that he would always love her, no matter 
what she had done or would do to him.  But it destroyed the masterful 
demeanor he had trying to adopt, laying bare the vulnerability that had always 
been there just below the surface no matter how he tried to hide it.  Fearfully, 
he waited for her reaction.  He reflexively expected it to be one of extreme 
derision.  He cringed inwardly, knowing that suddenly, with those words, that 
all he and Debra had been through the last couple days would be for naught.  
Everything in their world would revert back to the way it had been, and he 
would powerless to prevent it.

But there was no reaction from her.  The Diazepam had worked its magic and 
sent her to Dreamland just at the moment he came. Her face plastered to his 
shoulder, drool running down his skin, she began to snore loudly.  He was both 
relieved that his embarrassing confession of weakness for her had gone 
unheard, but disappointed that only he, and not she, had experienced the 
climax of a deep and meaningful sexual event.

He gently let her rest against the ropes while he retrieved the other items from 
on top of the hay bales. He used the butcher knife he had taken from the 
kitchen to cut her loose from the pole and free her arms and legs, then 
carefully lowered her to the barn floor.  He had not been able to find where 
Mama had hidden Debra's clothes, so he'd taken a black tank-top and one of 
Penny's many pairs of cut-off blue jeans.  Even with Debra's round muscular 
ass the cut-offs fit rather loosely, although she did manage to fill-out the tank-
top nicely. 

With great effort he was able to pull Debra up and over his shoulder to carry 
her over to the Defender, place her in the front passenger seat, and belt her 
into it.  He dressed himself in the slave-master's costume he'd arrived in; 
actually just the harem pants and curly-toed shoes.  He then opened the big 
barn doors, and climbed into the driver's seat of the old Land Rover Defender 
90 and fired up the engine.  He pulled out of the barn but stopped and got out 
to politely close the barn doors behind them; it was the right thing to do.  
Whatever the future held, he owed Mama and the girls a debt of gratitude.  
Secure in the knowledge everyone would be out for a while, he roared off 
down the gravel road, slowing only when he forded the creek at the bottom of 
the hill.

They were about halfway home to Indianapolis when Debra stirred awake.  
Damn, she was strong!  He thought she'd be out cold the entire way, but 
apparently her body had rather easily fought off the effects of sedation.  
She looked over at him, bleary-eyed.  "Where are we going?" she said warily.

"Home.  You can drive, if you want."  She hadn't let him drive her anywhere for 
the last few years.  He wanted to kick himself, though.  Already he was slipping 
back into his old subservience.

"No thanks" she said, yawning.  "You're a good driver.  I always insisted on 
driving just to be in control and keep you under my thumb.  I don't need to do 
that anymore."

"Yeah, so you told me" he said sullenly. "The war's over and I lost."  Yep, he 
thought, whether she'd heard him confess it or not, things were going to be 
just like they had always been.

"I didn't mean it like that, Stanley" she said softly.  "Believe it or not, the 
last 2 days have had a profound effect on me.  I've seen the other side, now:  
I've been rendered helpless, subjected to the sexual whim of another person, or 
in my case, FOUR other people."  Uh-oh!  She had included him among her 
torturers.  He looked over at her, expecting to feel the sting of a slap or even 
a full-fisted punch. She just smiled at him.  "I deserved every bit of it.  I've 
been, no, I AM, an arrogant bitch, and needed to be 'taken down a notch,' as Mama 
said. But I hope to be a better person because of what y'all did to me."

"I still love you, Debra."  There, he said it.  Whatever the consequences, he 
couldn't hide what he continued to feel for her.

"I know you do, Baby," she said.  "Though God only knows why.  I hope to be a 
little more deserving of your love in the future.  Don't expect me to change 
everything about me overnight, though."

"Deb, I don't have any ridiculous expectations where you're concerned.  You'll 
always be a strong-willed woman.  I know you'll still rule me like you always 
did, even before you became so strong, so skilled, and so physically powerful."

"You forgot to mention I'm also smokin' HOT!" she chuckled and winked at 
him.

"Yeah, well, there is that, too!" he smiled.  He was so damned cute when he 
smiled.  Debra smiled back, the biggest smile he'd seen from her in quite a 
while.  Then she yawned, put her hands behind her head and stretched, her 
bodacious breasts rising precipitously as she arched her back.  Stanley quickly 
took in the sight of her before turning his eyes back to the road.  To him, even 
disheveled and destroyed, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.  
Just thinking about her incredible body and powerful personality was raising a 
tent in his costume pants.

"Hey, Mr. Slave Master, whatcha got goin' on down there?" she grinned.  He 
looked over and blushed when he saw her staring at his rising Big Top.  "You 
better keep your eyes on the road, you horny little man."  Embarrassed, he did 
as he was told.  Out of the corner of his eye, however, he saw her slip off the 
ill-fitting jean shorts and then pull the tank top off over her head.  When her 
breasts fell free and bobbed up and down, he lost all concentration, 
surreptitiously staring at her until the thump of roadside reflectors under the 
Rover's tires brought him out of his reverie and he had to jerk the wheel to 
stay in the lane.  "Hey!" she snapped. "Eyes on the road! I'm not gonna tell you 
again."  

Her tone struck that same old fear into his heart.  He actually trembled a bit, 
again waiting for some immediate punishment.  They drove on in the darkened 
silence for a minute, but then he felt a tugging at the Velcro fly of his harem 
pants.  He was too afraid to look down to see what she was doing, but he soon 
felt her grab his manhood, which reacted as it always did, whether she was 
about to love him or hurt him.

"Oh, my, my, my, great Slave Master," she said in mock worship, "May I devour 
you, now?" 

Despite his overwhelming arousal he had a sudden desire assert himself.  "No, 
slave.  I'm busy driving at the moment," he said curtly.  "Maybe later."  

She was silent for a moment, taken aback until he winked at her, then she 
snickered and began stroking his power pole.  "Please, Master, oh PLEASE let 
me suck you dry!  PLEASE?"

"Uhhhhhh, well," he said with difficulty, "I? uh, suppose that would... Oh, 
God... be okay if...  Oh, MY GOD! you really want to, UHHHHHH?" She had 
already deep-throated him and begun the process of overloading his senses.  
Unable to keep the vehicle on the road, Stanley pulled over onto the shoulder 
just in time to lose all control of himself.  

Debra contained and consumed the explosion, just one of many she would 
make him produce over the course of the coming days.  She would soon 
extract from him every bit of his manly essence, and finally make Stanley her 
willing slave once again.  

THE END... ?