OMG
By Liverpool Kiss
Chapter Two


I'm sorry for the delay between Chapters, I have excuses but I won't bore you
with the details ... ... ...

My alarm clock dragged me from a sound sleep, I stretched across the bed to
cancel the alarm and became suddenly aware of my aching body, everything
screamed; I had been whipped, beaten, flogged and every welt and bruise was
letting me know I was awake. I turned on the light and threw back the blankets
and looked at what Orla had done to me, most of the marks I couldn't see, but
my balls were severely swollen and bruised, my balls were the size of two
oranges dark purple with angry red welts, my cock was in a similar condition
blue/purple and open cuts that had bled and dry blood scabs were forming. I
touched my balls there were so tender, I got up and walked very carefully,
gingerly to the bath room and under the glow of the bathroom lights I
inspected the damage to my back and backside. I stood under the shower and let
the hot water numb and massage the pain away, which it did. But the relief was
only temporary. I turned the taps back on and my mind went back to Orla's
apartment ... ...

I woke up and the room I was in was in total darkness, I stretched to move but
I was restricted in every direction, I was in a cage and a blanket had been
draped over it. I desperately needed to go to the toilet, slowly my eyes
adjusted and in the darkness I could see a bottle that seemed to have been
placed in the cage for the purpose of pissing in, and I gladly used it. I had
no idea of what the time was or how long I had been asleep for. It was all
coming back now I remembered the shameful session with Orla and Paul and Lisa.
Orla had made me perform oral on Paul three times, three times he had blown
his sperm into my mouth, the first time had been almost amusing, except no one
was laughing. The second time I had done better, and the third time, poor Paul
was almost incapable of producing anything. When I cleaned up after his third
orgasm we all seemed to get quite tired very quickly, after all Orla and I had
been up all night at work she had invited me back to her place to sleep with
her, that seemed like an age ago and now here I was waking up in her flat, but
I don't think I had actually slept with her!

I was cold, I am a notoriously light sleeper and as I lay down in the cage I
felt it might be a while before I would be released. I was wrong, minutes
later I heard the door open, I heard Orla talking and then the blanket was
removed from the cage, Orla and Lisa looked down at me through the bars.

'You're awake, what a shame I wanted to have the pleasure of waking you.' She
said genuinely disappointed. She was dressed in a white silk kimono, that fell
to her ankles, and as she squatted beside the cage and the kimono fell open
revealing her pale pink lace panties, I couldn't overt my eyes.

'My, my you do have it bad don't you, a little glimpse of my panties and you
are drawn like a moth to a flame.' She laughed. 'Put your balls through the
bars.' She ordered. I knelt up and pushed my cock and balls between two of the
bars, the room was cold and my genitals had shrunk Orla grabbed my balls and
squeezed them and pulled them through, and she sniggered. 'My God to think I
had designs on fucking you; you cum in ten seconds and you have a two inch
penis, no wonder you're no longer married, who could you ever expect to please
with this?" He said making no effort to hide her contempt for me. She tugged
hard on my balls and pulled them through the bars enough to allow Lisa to
fasten a humbler to them; two wooden slats with screws at each end that were
tightened with butterfly nuts squeezing the neck of my scrotum tight
compressing my balls and locking them outside the cage. I was hard up against
the bars unable to move, Lisa screwed down the butterfly nuts, she squatted
beside the cage and looked at me as she spun the nuts down; she wore
stockings, her skirt had rode up her thighs enough to reveal the white flesh
at the top of her leg above the black band of nylon.

'What time is it Mistress Lisa?' I asked, I desperately wanted to get away
from this madness.

'What time is it? Why do you want to know that, you aren't going anywhere?"
Orla snapped, 'You aren't going anywhere at all.' Orla had remover the kimono
and stood in front of me in a maroon lace bra and matching suspender belt
black stockings and pink lace panties, but it was the single tail whip in her
had that really had my attention.

She took a couple of practice swings the whip flicked the bars, it hissed
through the air menacingly the third stroke lashed my balls and caused me to
cry out. The second, a few moments later lashed my limp penis ... .. "AAGGHH"
I pulled back but that only resulted on me yanking against the humbler,
causing another squeal followed by a third as Orla's whip found its range and
caught my balls again.

Lisa was filming all of it, Orla had the range and the whip's tail stung me
again.

"PLEASEEEEEAAAGGGHHH..ORLA MISTRESS ORLAAAAGGGHHHHH, again the whip found its
target, and I was unable to get out of the way.

"Obey me," Orla yelled, "Obey my every whim or I promise you will receive a
ball flogging every morning until you do. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, yes Mistress Orla, yes." I promised, hoping that my empty pledge would
put an end to this torture. In less than a minute she had reduced me to tears,
and Lisa caught every one of them. Orla put down the whip and put the ball of
her foot against my trapped balls She grabbed on the bars of the cage and
squashed my balls under her foot; mercilessly she kneaded them, squishing
them, and laughing at me.

"I have never popped a ball, would you like to be my first?" She mocked; would
you be less of a man with only one ball? What do you think Lisa, should I try
and pop one?" She said into the camera.

"Please Mistress Orla, please don't ... please ... .."I was crying.

She stomped viciously on my balls, she put her heel against one, "this one,
lets concentrate on this one, my right ball,

"MISTRESSORLAAAAHHHHPLEASEEEEGGGHNOPLEASE NOAAGGGGGG ... ... ..PLEASE,
please!" I sobbed as she ground my balls under her heel then she put her
weight on the ball of her foot like grinding out a cigarette, the assault
lasted for several minutes and I screamed as she did her best to pop one of my
balls, and then the assault mercilessly stopped. I hung on the bars of the
cage, as Mistress Orla picked up the whip.

"OH PLEASE MISTRESS ORLA, PLEASE I BEG YOU NO!" It took Orla a couple of
swings to find her target on about the third swing the whip ripped into my
balls, there was no escape, I screamed as I tried to yank my tethered balls
away, another miss and then again the whip found its target splattering my
busted balls, and a third cut, and a forth., the fifth ripped across my limp
penis and an angry red welt immediately appeared across my cock and a second
later another appeared right beside it I was screaming, but I only seemed to
encourage her. Ten times the single tail whip ripped into my balls. I was in
agony, so afraid that she had caused me permanent damage.

"Bring Paul in Lisa," Orla told her friend, Lisa put down the camera and went
to get Paul. "We've been playing with Paul all afternoon, he has a wonderful
power of recovery," she told me, "But we didn't allow him to cum, so his balls
are full I want to make sure You leave here on a full stomach." Orla told me
as Lisa led him through the door. He crawled behind Lisa on his leash and she
brought him to the cage. His cock was hard and precum oozed from the purple
head.

"Stand up." Lisa ordered and he immediately obeyed, his cock bounced outside
the bars just before my eyes Lisa pushed the leash through the bars, "pull
this through pass it behind your neck and pass it back out through here." Lisa
indicated; I did as she told me and the leash looped through the bars behind
my neck and out though the bars again she pulled on the leash and she pulled
my head to the bars forcing my face hard up against them.

Orla had picked up the camera and waited until Lisa was ready. Lisa removed
her skirt, she unzipped the side and it fell in a heap around her ankles, she
stepped out of the ring of fabric and stood there in black stockings, black
suspender belt and navy blue knickers, she then unbuttoned her blouse and
revealed a white lace bra. She then pulled on the strap on harness and
adjusted it and then fitted a ten inch black dildo into the front of the
devise. She was ready; she pushed Paul against the cage, his erection was
pushed though the bars and into my mouth, Lisa greased her dildo, and
positioned it against his anus and slowly she forced the thing into him; she
grabbed the leash and pulled, forcing my face hard against the bars, Paul's
cock was jammed down my throat, and Lisa's dildo was drilled into Paul's arse
and Orla caught it all on camera, I don't know what was loudest Pauls cries,
my choking or Orla's laughter.

Lisa started to fuck Paul, slowly at first, the big dildo sliding into him,
forcing him to fuck my mouth, and as Lisa gathered steam so Paul pistoned his
cock faster and faster into my mouth His eight inch cock, nearly choked me the
first couple of times I felt him enter my throat I was Deep Throating him. I
managed to prevent myself from gagging as Lisa hammered the dildo all the way
home and after a few seconds I managed to accommodate his cock just like the
true cock sucker I was becoming. Orla was right in close capturing everything,
missing nothing, enjoying the spectacle immensely. The faster and harder Lisa
went, the faster Paul fucked my mouth, it was clumsy at first, awkward for us,
but we got into a rhythm, Paul and I both knew what the consequences were
should we fuck up and both of us did our best to make sure we didn't. It went
on for several minutes; Lisa was close but not as close as Paul.

"Please Mistress Orla may I have your permission to come please." Paul begged
knowing that not having his Mistresses permission would lead to a good hiding.
So I was ready this time, but Lisa slowed and upset the rhythm a little. Lisa
was also about to climax, she pushed hard against him and slowly withdrew just
as Paul blew, my mouth quickly filled with his semen as he came in my mouth;
it slowly started to trickle down my throat and I swallowed his mess. Lisa
orgasmed, she was rigid she pushed the dildo deep into Paul and in turn he
pushed his cock down my throat and he prevented me from swallowing and his cum
oozed from my lips, Orla caught every drop on video tape, Lisa was deeply
immersed in her orgasm shuddering enjoying herself, even Paul seemed content
as his cock wilted in my mouth, withered and dropped from my lips, I swallowed
all of his cum like the good cock sucker.

I cowered in the cage, head bowed, spent, useless, and Orla caught me on film.
I looked up at the lens. I was crying "Please Mistress Orla, please let me
go." I begged wiping, the cum dregs from my lips.

"You will be released when we are finished with you," Orla told me between
fits of laughter from behind the camera. Lisa was zipping up her skirt and
looked through the bars at me probably less sympathetic than Orla; she Picked
up the blanket and draped it over the cage and I heard them walk out, turn off
the light and close the door.

*

The shower had done a lot to loosen me up and as I tried to dress my balls
seemed bigger than ever and were sensitive to the lightest touch Orla had
given me a small pair of white lace knickers and told me that she expected me
to be wearing them the next time she saw me. I held them in my hands and
reluctantly pulled them on and over my delicate swollen testicles, they were a
tight fit, but held my balls tightly without hurting, and I continued to get
dressed.

*

I remained kneeling in the cage, my balls clamped between the bars in the
humbler, unable to move. I have no idea how long I was left like that, I knelt
in the darkness wondering if I would ever be released. Breakfast seemed an
eternity ago and despite Orla's promise I was hungry; hungry, tired, cold and
beaten, so badly beaten, then finally I heard a noise, movement, it possibly
meant more abuse and torture, but maybe I would be released, I heard water
running and some chatter, the TV or radio being played in the next room, and
then eventually I heard the door open.

The blanket was pulled away and Lisa stood there, she was dressed in just her
underwear, navy panties and a white bra, "Orla is fucking Paul and I thought
we might carry on from where we left of." Lisa told me, she knelt down beside
the cage and unfastened the humbler and released my balls from it which
allowed me to sit down in the cage; a temporary light relief flooded over me
and I sat back against the cage bars. Lisa opened the door and without telling
me indicated that I was to crawl out. I did as she told me to I knelt before
her.

"Get on the bed." Lisa ordered and I crawled to the bed and waited for her to
join me. I thought she wanted 'regular' sex, but nothing could be further from
her mind, she had brought her strap-on with her and started to put it on. She
pulled the harness on and started to adjust the straps, she looked at through
the blonde fringe that hung over her eyes, she ran her fingers through her
mane pushing it out of her eyes, her fingers then wrapped around her thick
cock and she came to me.

"Oh please Mistress Lisa, I can't do that again."

"You know I really don't give a fuck what you think you can or you can't do. I
will fucking rape your man cunt whenever I fucking feel like it, and I fucking
feel like it right now. Now you can lay back and take it like the little
fucking slut you are, or you can go down kicking and screaming, either way you
are mine," and she attacked me. I had had enough and I felt that I could
handle Lisa, and end this madness. She went straight for my very tender very
vulnerable testicles, they were swollen, and oh so inviting to the sadist in
Lisa, She slapped them, and immediately I was on the defensive not the attack,
she climbed on top of me and her hand snaked between my legs and her fingers
wrapped around my balls.

"NO LISA PLEEEEASLISA MISTRESSAGGHHNO PLEEEEZEEEEEEEEE!"

"OBEY ME YOU STUPID FUCK. OBEY ME OR I SWEAR I WILL RIP THESE OFF." She yelled
grinding them together, I was beaten before I started and no competition
whatsoever for someone as focused as Lisa was. She let go of my balls and
turned me over and she pushed me onto my stomach and lay on top of me, she
directed the head of her 'cock' against me my mancunt and pushed and I slowly
yielded, the ten inch cock felt as if it was going to split me in half, she
forced the massive thing into me and she gave me all of it.

"OH GOD, MISTRESS LISAAAAAGHHH," was all I could whimper, as she drove her
cock deep into me, crushing all resistance, she looped her arms around my
shoulders and pulled me onto her cock and then when she was all the way in she
started to fuck me, slowly at first, long slow thrusts, but she slowly started
to get into a rhythm and she fucked me fast and hard, she rammed my head into
the headboard slamming it against the wall the noise must have made the
neighbours wonder who that stud was. He was a strong as a bull, they would
have thought! But sadly he was as weak as a kitten his Mistress was as strong
as a bull, as she nailed me, screwed me banged me, choose the euphemism that
we use to best describe the act and Lisa did it to me in spades.

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, she drove that thing deeper and deeper
into me every time, "CAN YOU FEEL THAT BITCH?" Mistress Lisa demanded to know.
"CAN YOU FEEL IT!" ANSWER ME YOU BITCH. ANSWER ME. She fucked me senseless.

"WHAT ARE YOU?" Lisa demanded to know. BANG, BANG, BANG.

"A bitch, Mistress Lisa."

"WHO'S BITCH?" BANG, BANG, BANG

"I'm your bitch Mistress Lisa."

"LOUDER TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!"

"I'm your bitch Mistress Lisa. I'm your bitch ... ... ." I broke down crying
as she bashed the dido deeper and deeper into me breaking me once and for all.

"You're my bitch, and I'll make sure you never forget it. " And she fucked me
long and hard; she fucked me doggy fashion and then pushed me onto my back
pulled my legs over her shoulders and fucked me some more. She was a powerful
woman and I was her completely unable to prevent her from raping me time and
time and time again. Each thrust drove me deeper and deeper into submission,
physically Lisa dominated and controlled me but her power was also fucking my
brain. I had never been subjected to such constant negative control. I was
beginning to believe I was Lisa's bitch.

I had lost track of time hours ago. I lay under Mistress Lisa licking her arse
hole fuelling another orgasm that she seemed to have a constant supply of. I
was suffocating beneath her big arse struggling to breath, she sat on my face
facing my feet with a small whip in her hand, and whenever she felt that I
wasn't giving her my total attention she brought the whip down, splattering my
already tortured balls. I screamed and bucked and tossed but she easily
controlled my outbursts. Finally she seemed to get tired of my constant
attention, she climbed off of me and lay beside me, naked, we appeared to be
like any other couple enjoying a post coital conversation her hand was wrapped
around my cock slowly stroking me to an erection, her nails grazed the torn
skin where Orla and Lisa had both nicked me with their whips, her attention,
whether intentional or not caused me to squirm, and I think she enjoyed my
discomfort she stroked me to a full erection she pulled my foreskin back and
looked at my seven inch manhood.

"Are you married Larry?" she asked

"No Mistress Lisa." I replied.

"Just as well really, who could you possibly please that that little thing?"
She mocked, "And Orla said you lasted about thirty seconds in the shower, wow
a six inch worm and thirty seconds of staying power. What a stud." She
laughed.

"You do understand that whatever happens in the next few weeks, we do intend
to own you? Would you like to be a part of our stable?" Lisa asked, still
stroking me, pre-cum appeared and trickled out of my cock eye, Lisa caught it
on the end of her finger and fed the droplet to me. "Paul's pretty well hung
and he knows how to use it," she continued, "that's why Orla has allowed him
to keep his tackle I'm not so sure she will allow you to keep yours." I lay
there listening to Lisa, and I was starting to half believe I wasn't ever
going to leave this mad house. Another tear ran down my cheek. Lisa saw it.

"I'll be gentle with you; she mocked, although I don't know how gentle a
castration can be."

The phone rang, Lisa picked it up. There was a brief and amusing conversation.

"OK, OK, talk to you soon." And she hung up

"That was Orla, she has this room hooked up to CCTV and she has been watching
us, she is watching us right now." She told me, "wave to Mistress Orla." Lisa
told me pointing to a hidden camera that I thought was a smoke detector. "She
enjoyed our performance and wants you to try and redeem yourself. She wants
you to have a wank and cum over my arse, should you last longer than one
minute, we'll let you go." Lisa said with a smile. I nodded my thankful
agreement, like there was a choice. Lisa moved down the bed, her head at the
foot and I knelt between her legs in view of the camera and started to
masturbate. I took my beaten cock in my hand and stroked it.

"Ten seconds," Lisa counted. My cock was sore, my balls swollen and bruised,
and I was far from convinced I could maintain an erection let alone
ejaculation.

"Twenty seconds," I continued to stroke my cock looking at Lisa open legs to
give me some stimulation, I thought of Orla watching, and felt so stupid; a
fifty year old wanking.

"Thirty seconds! Well done, what a stayer," Lisa laughed. I ignored the taunts
and I concentrated on cumming and despite my discomfort, which bordered on
acute pain, I was maintaining my hard-on.

"Forty seconds."

"Fifty seconds."

"One minute. Right you will now come on demand." Lisa turned and rested on one
elbow and looked at me. "You now have a thirty second window in which to cum,
fail to shoot your mess over my arse and you are going nowhere. Understand?" I
nodded that I did.

"Carry on wanker." Lisa told me making no attempt to hide the contempt she had
for me. I continued to rub my sore, wilting manhood, concentrating so hard I
never noticed Orla enter the room. With five seconds remaining I managed to
come and I blew my mess over Lisa's bottom, It wasn't an enjoyable orgasm,
what cum I had dribbled from my cock and I knelt over Lisa squeezing and
draining the last few dregs from my flaccid cock. The euphoria and excitement
of making Lisa's deadline quickly evaporated and was replaced by retched,
self-loathing and disgust. Finally I was drained a long tendril of semen hung
from my battered penis, the foreskin closed over and I knelt in bitter
humiliation.

"Lick it all up." I heard Orla say. I was surprised to hear her voice, but I
obeyed and started to lap up my mess from Lisa's bottom, my cum had run down
between her cheeks and I lapped it out from every crevice. Orla had the hand
held camera and was recording every tiny detail as I licked up every drop from
Lisa's matted pubic thatch until even Orla was happy that I had cleaned up to
her exacting standard. Lisa got up pushing me away and headed for the shower.
I knelt on the bed.

"When Lisa has finished in there I want you to have a shower." Orla told me,
"then you can get dressed and go."

"Thank you." I said looking up at her and seeing her for the first time since
she returned to the room. She had just stepped out of the shower, her hair was
wet and lank, she wore a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, she wore no bra
and her large, hard nipples could easily be seen through the thin shirt. I
didn't know what to say, I felt that I was in the room with distinguished
company, she looked at me and I felt privileged that someone so regal, should
waste her time with me. I saw her as a Goddess. I slipped off the bed and
kissed her feet.

"I am Yours Mistress Orla, all Yours."

"I know."

*

When I came out of the shower Orla was gone, Lisa was drying her hair with a
towel, and had another towel wrapped around her body. My clothes were on the
bed. She handed me a tiny pair of white lace panties.

"Put these on. Orla or I will inspect you on a regular basis and we will
punish you if we find you wearing anything else." Lisa told me. That was all
she said and I quickly got dressed and left. I expected to be checked or
stopped on my way out of the building, but it never happened. I walked out of
the foyer into the Melbourne night. The air was crisp and clean and a stiff
breeze blew across the park clearing my head. I had been intoxicated,
certainly under the influence of two strong dominant women I replayed the
entire experience in my head as I walked across Albert Park towards St Kilda
Road and by the time I saw the welcoming lights of my hotel, I was thinking
straight again. What the hell had happened to me? I was thinking, I had fallen
for Orla, I had seen her as a Goddess, a Queen, but the short walk had brought
me back to my senses then I saw the welcoming lights of my hotel and tried to
walk faster towards it, but my busted balls protested and instead I slowly
limped into the foyer and took my key, glad that the torment was over, but it
had only just begun.

Part 3 to follow soon ... ... .