Fiona and The Sisters
By Janet Ford
Part VI


 

 
If you spend a week on the East Coast of Scotland, even at the height of
Summer you will be extreemly lucky to have seven perfectly sunny days,
even five might be pushing it, but it is a lovely wild part of the
world,  and if you can see it on a warm summer day, then you are blessed.
Most of the people who go there are not there for the weather, it had a
beautiful raw bleakness that seems to be at it best when the weather is
just as raw.
 
My mother knew a lady who owned a farm house not far from the village of
Elie we would spend a week there during the summer holidays and we would
fish from the beach, and play on the dunes and play long games of
scrabble as we sheltered from the rain; wonderful innocent memories,
something I've never forgotten and an ideal place to bring some some
males and bust some balls.
 
We left home after lunch, I drove the Saab, alan's toy once upon a time;
it's mine now along with everything else; he sat quietly beside
me emasculated and useless and fionaslut sat in the back. Chris had her
new man's car, an Audi, she drove of course, while new dan sat beside her
and old dan sat in the back. Jo drove her Corolla with Sheila beside her
and george in the back. We had arranged to meet Avril and Liz, our two
new members, at a service station just outside Dunfermline, they were
waiting for us as our little convoy arrived, we greeted each other like
long lost friends it was difficult we had onlt seen eac other the
preevious evening, we went around to the back of the car and I opened
the boot of Liz's four wheel drive and there hooded and tied was jim,
Avril's husband, he was naked, his penis withered and shrunken, his balls
bruised and battered and swollen, I couldn't resist a sudden urge to
punch them, I gripped them and squeezed, he writhed and squirmed and I
punished his balls with two solid punches.
 
"Why else does he have them"? I said to no one in particular
 
"He'll wish he'd been born without them by the time we are finished
him." Liz said without a trace of humour in her voice. I liked her.
 
 We took the A921 from Dunfermline and followed the north shore of the
Firth of Forth all the way to Elie, it had been threatening to rain
all day and it finally started as soon as we crossed the bridge. We got
to Kirkcaldy and it eased enough to get out and have a walk we had only
been travelling for an hour, but it was about here that we stopped as a
family, all of those years ago. We met Debbie here she was waiting for us
in the specified carpark, in the boot was her husband tommy where we had
put him last night, he was hooded and cuffed and naked and again the
sight of his balls so vulnerable were too tempting to ignore I grabbed
and and full and squeezed the thrashed around in the back of the car
unable to detatch my vice grip, but I allowed him a couple of minutes to
try resulting in the whimper I so love to hear: Men are so easily
broken.  
 
We were the Magnificent Seven; Chris, Jo, Liz, Avril, Debbie, Sheila, and
myself walked along the beach leaving our slaves of which there were also
five that we could see  to stay with the cars. It was a windy enjoyable
exhilerating walk our mood was optimistic bouyed by the thought of a
weekend of Female Dominating entertainment and our conversation was
amusing and bright we discussed howwe would break the two new slaves and
how we would take the old slaves to new lows, we laughed at the thoughts.
In contrast the mood of the slave was dark and depressing they said
nothing kept themselves apart from each other never discussing where they
had been taken by their Mistresses, they were no longer really men they
were slaves the property of the Sisterhood. (These were the thoughts I
gathered from myslut I no longer use him in this correspondence he is too
low for that these days) when we returned to the cars the boys mood was a
lot more somber than ours; we enjoyed the air and a brisk walk the boys
were still very unsure what was in store for them.
 
It started raining again as we got back to the cars and we continued past
the old mining villages looking even more stark in the falling rain. We
finally turned away from the sea and headed in land and followed the
signs to the village of Collinsburgh. I recognised the house immediately;
it was now behind a wall and gates which I didn't expect but served our
purpose perfectly. The gates were open and a black Golf was parked in he
forecourt.
 
"Fiona?" it was a question.
 
"Thats me." I said smiling stretching a hand.
 
"Hi Jessica Adams. I'm from the Real Estate office in Crail; I have the
keys." 
The excahnage of keys for cash was swift and as Jessica left us we unload
the cars.
 
It was a big rambling farm house with more rooms than we would ever need.
I found a bedroom with a view over the Firth and in the distance
the lights of Edinburgh were just starting to come on. alan carried my
bag and began to un pack.
 
"Where is fionaslut?" I asked.
 
"Starting the evening meal and getting familiar with kitchen Mistress
Fiona." it replied. I looked at my husband.
 
"Tell fionaslut, he is sleeping with me tonight. You will sleep with the
spare slaves, I want a descent cock tonight." I told him as I unbuttoned
my blouse and prepared to have a bath.
 
"Run the bath." I ordered, "and replace him in the kitchen." And he
meekly obeyed.
 
I stood at the window and watched Sheila pull a naked male across the
grass to an out building he was taller than the wee spitfire, but she had
him by the balls and was dragging him with Avril assistence to the door.
She had done famously last night gone into the heart of the Lions Den and
came out with Jim; she had played him like a violin, he had done exactly
what she thought he would do and the results were there before my eyes I
stood at the open window in just my knickers and watched as the Sisters
manouvered and manipulated the males, they worked for me, for us and were
affraid to do otherwise; true Female Domination at work, my nipples were
hard and I was getting horny; it was going to be a good weekend.
 
I soaked myself in the bath and fionaslut unpacked my things i drifted
back to the previous evening.
 
Sheila, Jo, Liz and I met at Avrils house in Leith and we went over the
loose plan that we had put together; Sheila looked every bit the
cheap prozzy she wanted to look like; blonde and brassy she called
herself, she wore a black bra under a white blouse opened a couple of
buttons too many, short skirt black stockings, for some reason she knew
Jim would find her irresistable, Avril had told her. We got to the
Cockade at about seven Jim was already there half drunk and playing pool.
Sheila bought a drink and placed her money on the table as was the
custom. Liz sat with her in the pool room while Jo and I were in the bar
and could see what was happening without being associated, by the time
Sheila was called to play contact had already been made, Jim knew Liz
vaguely and was already making a play for her, but once on the pool table
his attention was back with Sheila, who flashed more than enough leg to
get a gayest or oldest in the bar interested, Sheila can play pool and
actually won her first game much to the satisfaction of all of us
watching, she won the second game too and by now Jim had bought her
another drink and she was starting to wrap him around her
finger. Sheila's third game was against Jim and she threw the game away,
a few words were exchanged and as Sheila was putting the cue back in the
rack Jim headed for the back door Sheila followed and Liz Jo and I were
fast on their heels. When I got there Sheila was just opening the the
tail gate of Liz's 4 Wheel Drive, Jo and I pretended to be going to our
car but as soon as we got within striking range; we struck. Sheila
hammered her knee into his groin Liz pulled a bag over his head and in
less than a minute we had Jim stripped and tied and locked in the back of
Liz's car. It was so easy.
 
And if anything Tommy's apprehention was even easier. I was told that he
would be alone on Thursday afternoon again we used Sheila, she loved
theses challenges; she posed as a vacuum cleaner salesperson Tommy saw a
woman that needed his attention as soon as he laid eyes on her, She
showed  interest but not there and then she gave him her phone number and
when he called the next day she arranged a rendezvous where the sisters
were waiting, it was as simple as giving candy to a child, he offered
minor resistance, but by now we were an efficent experienced team and we
were far too much of a match for him and he was now stripped and hung in
the barn next to jim and would provide a lot of amusement over the next
few days. 
 
The slaves prepared supper that night and as george, alan and the two
dans cleaned up I went across to the stable, it had started raining again
and fionasslut carried two umbrellas and escorted Sheila and I across
with the instructions that should either of us be hit by the smallest
drop of rain he would be joining the two bitches in the stable; he
understood the threat and we arrived dry!
 
jim and tommy hung from a roof beam facing each other, about six feet
apart they wore hoods and were probably unaware of each other being
there, it was dark in the stable and only light available was with
a hurrican lamp that fionaslut was lighting; I like the eerie glow that
the two hurrican lamps cast across the old stable, I found the lighting
provocative and intimidating and the sight of two helpless males made me
even hornier The two men were limp their genitals hung between their
legs, they had a crude spreader tied between their ankles and their
exposed vunerable tackle offered a tempting target. Sheila produced a
nylon rope and tied one end around jim's balls; he uttered some curse
that was contained within his helmet.
 
"Oh I'm looking forward to breaking this bastard." Sheila said of jim,
Avril had painted a nasty picture of he husband and I agreed with
Sheila's sentiments. She tugged visciously on the rope which resulted in
more expletives from within the helmet she then pulled the rope across to
where tommy hung and I leaned again him pushing his body towards jim's,
tommy uttered something but again the hood contained his curses; I pushed
tommy as close as I could to jim as Sheila tied the other end of the rope
around his balls, when the rope was tied  I let tommy swing back causing
the pull the two males toward each other and had them hanging at an angle
the sudden wrench had them both screaming.their scrotums stretched to
tearing point and as they writhed and twisted they simply caused each
other more agony. I loved it, It was music to our ears. We were going out
and it would be a few hours before we returned I was looking forward to
how they greeted us. myslut turned out the lamps and we left them
screaming in the stable. 
 
To be continued