Women Rule III
By Liverpool Kiss
Gang Bang and a Bit of a Flogging


He heard them before he saw them; their excited chatter filtered into the
room, he recognised certain voices, they were loud and aggressive, probably
too much to drink, he would soon know. He heard their heavy work boots on the
veranda as they approached the room where he was working. The door opened and
Tracey came in followed by Lora and Pat his Asian secretary he stood naked at
the ironing board ironing one of Tracey's shirts.

"On your knees." Tracey demanded and Bill fell to his knees and bowed before
the three women. Lora took in the site, she had not seen him naked before.
Female Domination was new to her, but from what she had seen she liked it.
Tracey closed the door and locked it.

"You must be thirsty," Tracey said, knowing that all she had in her fridge had
been water.

"Yes Mistress Tracey," Bill replied. And Tracey took a swig from the big
bottle she held and spat what she had in her mouth onto the floor in front of
him.

"Lick that up!" She ordered and Bill bowed and lapped up the small pool.

"What do you say?" Tracey demanded to know.

"Thank you Mistress Tracey." He meekly replied.

"You have him well trained," Lora observed, the young Irish woman stood over
him dressed in jeans and tan coloured military styled shirt, unbuttoned
agonisingly close to revealing a hint of cleavage but revealing nothing.

'He a natural submissive Lora, he didn't take much training at al,l no
challenge what soever. Isn't that right Billy?"

"Yes Mistress Tracey," came the limp reply, Tracey poured some more beer on to
the floor and tapped her foot in the puddle. "Lick it of the sole of my boot."
Tracey demanded and the women watch the pathetic man cowering before them,
licking the dregs from the sole of Tracey's boot.

"Submissive men; we should all have at least a couple each." Tracey honestly
stated, "I love them, we can and will make him do almost anything we like by
the end of tonight you'll be surprised how easy they are to manipulate."

"I was looking for a bit more of a challenge," Lora said sounding
disappointed. The brunette stood over the man she had known for four years, a
man she hand admired and respected and now she was going to enjoy using, but
she felt cheated because the work had been done by someone else.

"I want to break my own boy." Lora said.

"You will Lora, you will, but we are only just beginning to find our feet."
Tracey tried to explain, and reluctantly Lora understood.

Pat, the Asian secretary had no such misgivings,

"Are we going to fuck him?" the tiny woman asked.

"Take your jeans off." Tracey told her and Pat quickly obliged, she wore a
tiny pair of light blue nylon panties, with elastic spaghetti sides, she ran
her fingers around the lace trim of her panties nervously as she looked at the
man who had been her boss for the last couple of years, she was going to fuck
him and she had never felt more excited.

Tracey produced the dildo harness and got Pat to stand inside the arrangement,
she pulled the harness up her legs and they tightened the straps until the
pouch of the harness was tight against her lower abdomen, the large ten inch
dildo was still fitted to the harness.

"Push it against your clit," Tracey told her and she turned on the vibrator,
"can you feel that?" Tracey wanted to know, but the look on her face answered
the question. Tracey smiled,

"Ok you get on the bed," and Bill did as he was told, Pat grabbed her boss and
pushed him on to his back and draped his legs over her shoulders, Pat took to
the exercise like a duck to water. She took a bit of the lube offered by
Tracey and smeared it along the length of her cock and pushed the head of the
dildo against Bill's sphincter muscle, and forced the cock into him. She
pulled him onto the cock and poor Bill surrendered again.

Pat pushed the dildo deep into her boss, he whimpered involuntarily as she
drove the cock into him, he looked away and saw Lora looking down at him
through the tears that seemed to be never far away these days. Lora had a
wicked smile on her face.

"I'm next," she told him. Pat fucked him hard and fast and she reached an
orgasm with out the vibrator she shuddered in ecstasy and rode him to the
first multiple orgasm she had ever had. She half the size of Bill, about
sixteen inches shorted and less than half his weight but she dominated the
man. Tracey and Lora actually felt sorry for their slut as Pat threw him
around.

Tracey and Lora took many photos and were creative with their camera work,
getting close ups and took short movies amused at the ferocious manner Pat
attacked him.

Pat had another massive orgasm and finally with drew the cock Pat climbed off
their bytch, and he collapsed on the floor beside Lora.

"Your turn," said Pat, who seemed to have gained a mountain in confidence.

Lora didn't need to be told twice she pulled of her jeans and stepped into the
harness, she had never worn such a device and was amused at the complicated
arrangement of straps and buckles but Tracey assisted her and in a few minutes
Lora climbed on top of Bill who was starting to feel like the village whore.
Secretly Bill had had a thing for Lora , there weren't too many men in the
camp who hadn't thought of a night of passion with the Irish brunette, but not
like this, Lora had changed her attitude towards the submissive and slipped
the dildo deep into him and really started to fuck him, it only took a few
minutes before Lora turned on the vibrator and she shuddered to a fierce
orgasm, not unlike the one that Tracey had experienced the night before, Bill
was tossed around the bed like a rag doll as Lora drove the dildo ever deeper
into him; he squealed like a pig only adding to Lora's amusement.

"Squeal you fucking pig! Squeal." She laughed as the bytch was fucked.

Tracey was next, then Pat wanted another orgasm and so did Lora and Bill
accommodated them; like he had a choice?

The three women fucked him repeatedly for three hours. It was after ten before
they left and Tracey had a shower and wanted a full massage, and she took him
to bed with her.

On the other side of the camp Bernadette was blooding two of her girls Neng
and Geraldine they had Stephan a young fellah from their department, and he
was suffering the same as Bill had.

The Woman's network was growing at first it was just Bernadette and Tracey but
they now had four very enthusiastic recruits.

During the night Tracey pushed Bill under the sheets and forced his head
between her legs and she fell asleep as Bill busied himself licking her and
performing such sweet oral on her. Was there any other way to fall asleep she
wondered.

Bill woke up early, he freed himself from Tracey's legs and managed to get
dressed and leave Tracey's room without waking her, something he would truly
regret.

He went back to his room and showered and got dressed but couldn't find his
car keys so caught a lift in to work with another supervisor as they travelled
the short distance his phone rang and he looked to see who the caller was;
Tracey, he turned didn't answer his phone, another serious mistake that would
cost him dearly, and before he reached the workshop, his phone rang again.

"Jeez, you're popular," the driver said, but again he refused to answer.

When Bill got to work he tried to bury himself in the daily grind, there was a
break down and he was glad of the chance to try and wash away what had
happened the night before, and made a point of staying away from the office
and left his phone in his office charging. He was away from the office for a
couple of hours, but eventually the breakdown was under control and morning
continued as usual when he returned to his office Pat was at her desk, he saw
her and his heart skipped a beat, their eyes met for the briefest of seconds
but it was enough time to allow crack his fa'ade.

He made a cup of coffee something that Pat had always done for him he was not
game to ask her to make his coffee any more.

"You can make me one while you're there." She said with no humour in her
voice. He did as she asked and made two cups of coffee.

"You are in a lot of trouble Bill." She told him. "Leaving without permission,
not answering a call, one from Tracey and one from me; we are going to make
you learn never to do that again." The tiny Asian secretary told him with a
hint of pleasure. She picked up a phone and made a call.

"He's here." Pat said.

She handed the phone to Bill; he nervously looked at the hand piece before
putting it to his ear.

"Hello, Mistress Tracey."

"Who told you to leave?" She asked.

"I had a call out," he lied.

"I didn't hear the phone ring."

"I'm surprised; it rang quite a few times, the lie continued."

"You still don't leave my bed without my permission."

"No Mistress."

"You didn't answer the phone when I called."

"No Mistress Tracey."

"Why?"

"I couldn't Mistress Tracey."

"I hope that you are not lying to me. I hate liars, and I will severely punish
any lies. You're not lying to me are you?" She asked coldly.

"No Mistress Tracey," he lied.

"I will find out and if I find that you have been lying to me I will make you
wish that you had never been born with balls. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress Tracey."

"Put Pat back on." And he handed Pat the hand piece.

"Find out what time the breakdown happened, and find out what time he was
called, find out who called him." And Tracey hung up.

"Give me your mobile." Pat ordered, it was being charged and she saw it, he
made no attempt to stop her. The tiny secretary picked up the phone and went
through its menu, and found the list of received calls.

"What time were you called? She asked looking at him watching him start to
crumble. "You received a call from me at 05:01, you received a call from
Tracey at 4:52, and before that you received a call from Tracey at 18:54.
There was no call out was there?"

"Please Pat, don't tell her," he begged.

"We'll start with Mistress Pat." She looked at him enjoying her control of the
situation.

"Please Mistress Pat, please don't tell her."

"What's it worth?" She asked realising the leverage she had.

"A hundred dollars." He offered.

"A hundred dollars? Your balls are only worth a hundred dollars?" She asked
laughing. "Show them to me!"

"What?"

"Show me your balls."

"Here."

"Yes here. Now." She snapped growing impatient with him.

He fumbled with his fly and pulled his balls out of his pants, she wrapped he
hand around his cock and balls, and gripped them tightly and with her other
hand she snapped a photo of his package. She then phoned Tracey.

"He lied, there was no call out." Pat told Tracey. Tracey was looking at the
image on her phone.

"Squeeze them as hard as you can Pat, make him squeal, let me hear him." It
didn't take many second and he writhed in agony as Pat squeezed his balls, and
he squealed into the phone.

"Don't stop Pat, tighter if you can." She had to put the phone down and she
used two hands and she dragged him to the floor, and squeezed his balls as
hard as she could, amazed at how easy it was to control the big man, he was
putty in her hands, at least his balls were. She squeezed his balls for about
a minute, he was crying when she finally let go of him. She couldn't believe
it.

"He's crying." Pat said, she picked up the phone and continued filming the
sobbing man.

"Well done Pat. Put him on."

"I'll see you in about one hour. I'll tell you where and when." And she hung
up.

True to her word Tracey phone him within the hour.

"I'm outside the workshop in your car."

"Yes Mistress Tracey." He resigned himself to his fate.

"Give the phone to Pat." She told him, and Pat was there in a jiffy.

"Can you get away?"

"Of course," she said smiling, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

A minute Pat and Bill emerged from the shadows of the workshop, as Bill
approached his car he could see Tracey behind the wheel, and Bernadette beside
her and someone in the back, it was Lora, Bill sat in the centre flanked by
Lora and Pat. No words were exchanged as they drove away.

They passed through the security gate and as soon as they were off the mine
lease. They started on him.

Tracey looked into the mirror and glared at him. "Who the fuck do you think
you are?" She shouted.

"I'm sorry Mistress Tracey." He limply offered.

"Not yet, but I promise you will be," Tracey told him. "You leave my room
without my permission and then you refuse to answer a phone call from me and
then yon blatantly lie repeatedly to me, WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
She demanded to know.

They drove on in silence for a few more minutes then Bernadette showed Tracey
a track.

"Turn here Tracey," They went down the track for about a kilometre and they
came to a sea container. And Tracey stopped the car, and they all got out.

"Take his clothes off," she told Lora and Pat, they didn't need to be told
twice Lora ripped open his shirt, the buttons spat across the grass, he
offered no resistance it would be futile, he couldn't beat four of them, they
pushed him on to his back and they pulled off his boots and socks and Pat
unfastened his belt and unzipped his Levi's all the time under the Tracey and
Bernadette's steely glare Pat and Lora pulled his jeans off and Lora removed
his underpants, And when they were finished he lay before the four women naked
on the grass.

"Stand up." Tracey ordered.

He got to his feet and she pushed him against the car.

"This always happens. You get a submissive who wants to be a submissive on his
terms. Isn't that right?" She snapped.'

"I'm sorry Mistress Tracey." He repeated again

She hit him with a stunning right handed slap there was a lot of weight behind
it and it surprised him.

"DID I TELL YOU TO TALK?"

"No Mistress Tracey, I'm sorry Mistress Tra.."

He hit him with another right handed slap nearly knocking him down.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID FUCK!"

He couldn't look her in the eye she was destroying his confidence, by the
second; his eyes welled as he stood before his Mistress, unable to come to
term with where this was taking him.

"WHO TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MY ROOM THIS MORNING?" Tracey demanded to know. "DID I
SAY THAT YOU COULD LEAVE?"

"No Mistress Tracey, I didn't know what the time.." She hit him again.

"YOU ARE REALLY TESTING MY PATIENTS. SO YOU JUST DECIDED TO LEAVE WITHOUT
PERMISSION?"

"Yes Mistress Tracey"

"Why didn't you answer my phone call?"

"I don't know Mistress Tracey." She punch him very hard in the stomach all of
her weight was on the front foot, he doubled over, but she grabbed him by the
hair and yanked Bill upright.

"YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW? WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER PAT'S CALL?"

"I thought it would be you and I didn't want to speak to you." He said, head
bowed avoiding her icy glare.

"I'M YOUR OWNER DON'T YOU THINK I HAVE RIGHT TO SPEAK TO MY PROPERTY?" She
asked.

"Yes Mistress Tracey I'm sorr.." She hit him across the face again a back
hander this time, knocking him to the ground.

"IF YOU SAY THAT YOU ARE SORRY ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO START KICKING YOU.
AND I'M WEARING STEEL CAPPED BOOTS. UNDERSTAND ME BOY?"

"Yes Mistress Tracey."

"GET UP."

Bill climbed to his feet.

"THEN YOU LIED TO ME."

Bill lifted his head and saw Lora looking at him, he couldn't hold her gaze
either.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?"

He looked up at Tracey, and shook his head a tear escaped and ran down his
cheek.

"I don't want to play any more Mistress Tracey." He said crying and he fell to
his knees before Tracey and kissed her boot.

Tracey shook her head laughing. "You don't want to play any more. Who the hell
told you we were playing?" Tracey asked a malice in her voice that hadn't been
there before.

She looked down at the pathetic site at her feet, and then something clicked.

"You got off last night, didn't you?" She shook her head. "YOU DON'T WANT TO
PLAY ANY MORE BECAUSE YOU GOT YOUR ROCKS OFF DIDN'T YOU, YOU DIRTY FUCKING
PIG?" Tracey exploded

She grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back with her left hand and her
right hand grabbed a handful of his balls, and she hoisted him to his feet by
his balls.

"DIDN'T YOU?" She wrenched his balls, shaking his whole body.

"DIDN'T YOU?" She demanded. "DIDN'T YOU, YOU GOT OFF LAST NIGHT YOU FUCKING
CUNT!" She hit him again he fell to the ground and she released his balls and
took a rope from the back of the truck He was grovelling on the ground holding
his tortured balls.

Tracey threw the rope over the lowest bow of a nearby tree, and tied one end
of the rope around both his feet she tied the other to the front bumper bar of
the truck, Lora, reading Tracey's mind jumped in behind the wheel and selected
reverse and slowly drove the truck back down the track. Bill was dragged
across the grass; he was completely unable to prevent them hoisting him off
the ground, when Lora stopped the truck he hung upside down swinging from the
branch.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE'RE PLAYING GAMES NOW?" Tracey asked.

Bamboo grew everywhere and selecting four bamboo canes took hardly any time at
all.