The Dinner Party Mick Sloane Three women show their dates a good time "What time are they coming again, Mandy?" Cassie asked impatiently, as she leaned back in her chair, her feet propped up on the kitchen table, taking a sip from her glass of white wine. "Eight-o-clock. What's the matter, Cass? Can't you wait? Patience is a virtue, you know, sweetie." Amanda smirked, sipping from her own glass of wine. She sat on the counter top, her shapely legs dangling over the side. "I've been looking forward to this all week," Cassie said, smiling, running a hand through her shoulder-length red hair. "It's been so long since we did this last. It breaks up the drudgery of work so nicely, don't you think?" Amanda smiled. "Yes. Quite nicely." "They'll be here soon enough, Cass," Jennifer said, walking into the kitchen from the living room, taking her own glass of wine from the counter. "Do be patient, dear." She retreated from the counter, and leaned against the doorway, holding her glass. "Yes, Jen. Well you might be less patient yourself, if you hadn't gone off on your own and had such a nice time with that cute boy from the gym a couple weeks ago. It's been almost two months for Mandy and I! Tell us about them again, 'Manda?" "Oh, Cassie!" Amanda said, rolling her eyes, brushing a wisp of short blonde hair off of her tanned forehead. "Please?" "All right. Yours is named Bruce. He'll be a nice match for you, physically. Dark hair. Good shape. Not too tall, perhaps two inches taller than you. Very handsome. Very polite, with only a hint of arrogance. You'll see it in his eyes, at first. I'm sure you'll agree. I just know you will like him." "Lovely!" said Cassie, making no effort to hide her enthusiasm. "And Jen's is the biggest. He's about six-foot-one, and very fit. Light brown hair. Also very nice looking. He seems well aware of it, too." She turned to look at Jennifer. "Of the three of us, I thought you would have the best luck with him, dear. His name is Zack. He's quite big, but by no means larger than that poor chap from a couple months ago." "Oh, don't worry Mandy," Jennifer smiled in anticipation. "I'm sure he will be quite acceptable." She brushed a strand of long, brown hair behind her shoulder. Amanda continued, "And mine is named Tim. He has sandy blond hair, and is very lovely. Fit, but not bulky. He may be an inch or so taller than me, at five-foot-ten. Very cute little butt," she said, laughing. "And you met them at Adam and Eve's?" Cassie asked. "Yes, we had a lovely conversation there last Friday. I do like that place. Such a wonderful spot for meeting boys." Mandy's smile was not unlike that of the cat, just before he, or rather she, swallows the canary. They all fell quiet, as a car could be heard pulling into the drive. Cassie looked at Amanda, then at Jennifer, and raised her glass. "Well, are we ready, girls?" "Oh, yes, quite ready," Amanda said, hopping off the counter and walking over to the table by Cassie. Jennifer walked over from the doorway, as well. "Cheers," all three said, as they clinked glasses. "To a wonderful evening," Jennifer said, smiling mischievously. "Wonderful for us, anyway," Cassie said, and the three women laughed and finished the wine in their glasses as the doorbell rang. "Wow," said Zack, as the three men came into the living room, where Amanda was seated on a chair and Jennifer on the sofa. "You weren't kidding about your roommates, Cassie. "How is it that the three prettiest women in town all live together under one roof?" "And such a wonderful house?" added Bruce. Cassie smiled and got up from her seat. "Why live alone and throw away all that money every month on rent, when you can pool your resources with a couple friends and live somewhere nice? It suits us well." She approached Bruce and extended her hand. "I'm Cassie," she said. "I think I'm your date." "I'm Bruce," he replied. "And I think I'm very lucky." Cassie smiled at the compliment, and wondered whether Bruce would think himself so lucky in another hour or two. She turned her attention to Zack, introducing herself. She could feel Bruce looking at her, taking her in. Red, shoulder-length hair. Bright green eyes. Pale white skin. Thin, with curvaceous hips and slightly large, firm breasts. Proportional, well-toned white legs. She had chosen to wear a short- sleeved, white golf shirt with rather tight, short denim cut-offs. She wore little white tennis shoes. No socks. No pantyhose. Amanda brushed Zack's arm, saying "And Zack, this is Jennifer. We call her Jen. Perhaps she'll let you do the same." Zack approached Jennifer, extending his hand. "I'll call her whatever she likes, I'm sure," he said. Jennifer smiled, accepting his hand. "Jen will be fine," she said. She had chosen to wear a blue and peach summer dress, short enough to expose most of her muscular, toned legs, which were covered by sheer pantyhose. She wore brown sandals. The dress was strapless, exposing pretty, tan shoulders and healthy, firm cleavage. She had wavy, brown hair which fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were brown, also. She was the largest of the three women, but not dramatically so. Very feminine, with lovely curves. Flat tummy. No fat visible anywhere. Well-toned arms and legs. Amanda turned to Tim. "Nice to see you, again. I hope you found the place without trouble." Tim smiled, "No trouble at all." He extended his hand. Amanda ignored it, leaning up to brush a light kiss on his cheek. She made certain he felt her breath on his face as she leaned towards him. Amanda had selected a short, red, leather skirt and black tank top. The outfit hugged her thin, lithe body. She had long, tan legs, and she wore black hose and pumps. She wore her blond hair in a variation on the pixie, which complimented her thin figure and accentuated her bright, blue eyes. Amanda had a narrow waist and hips, and firm, smallish breasts. "Can we offer you boys a glass of wine, or perhaps something else?" Cassie asked. "We have everything, I think." The three men exchanged a brief glance. "Beer?" Tim asked. "Two?" Zack added. "Do you have any Jack Daniels?" Bruce asked. "How do you take it," Cassie asked him, nodding. "Rocks," he said. "Such manly men," Jennifer said, smiling. They all laughed, the men sheepishly. They settled into the living room, and exchanged casual, first-date chatter, sipping drinks and munching on appetizers. The three men exchanged occasional, excited glances with one another. The three women did the same, but these went unnoticed by the men. "We should start dinner, don't you think?" Jennifer said after a while, looking at Amanda. "Yes, I guess we had better," Cassie replied. Turning to Bruce, she asked "How are your skills with the gas grill?" "I think you'll find them acceptable," he said. "I'm sure that I will," Cassie responded, sneaking a naughty glance at Jennifer. She got up, and made her way into the kitchen, withdrawing a plate of steaks from the refrigerator. She carried them back into the living room, and walked to the sliding glass doors which led out to the back. Bruce arose with his drink and joined her, taking the plate of meat from her as they walked through the door together. "I started the potatoes earlier," Jennifer said, standing up. "But I had better get going on the veggies. Care to join me?" She asked Zack. He rose to accompany her. "We need to get those other two chairs from the basement for the table," Jennifer called to Amanda. "Perhaps Tim might help you with them." "I would be happy to," Tim replied, and he and Amanda made their way towards the basement. Jennifer placed the green beans in the steamer, and set the timer. Zack stood by her side. She could feel him watching her. She turned to face him, allowing their eyes to meet. "I hope you boys like steak, Zack," she said, standing very close to him, her face inches from his. "Oh yes. What guy doesn't like a good steak," he said, returning her gaze, his voice slightly thick. "I love a man who knows what he wants," Jennifer said, seductively. "Well, I definitely know what I like," he said, his meaning quite clear. "Tell me, Zack," Jennifer said. "Do you like having the shit beaten out of you by a beautiful woman?" Zack looked at her as though he had not, could not possibly have, heard what she said. "What?" She moved closer, placing her hands lightly on his shoulders. "You heard me, sweetie," she said. She brought her knee up like a piston, driving it into his groin. Zack screamed loudly in pain, a look of disorientation sweeping over his face. He tried to double over from the pain. Jennifer brought her knee up into his groin again. She had him backed against the counter. He tried to fall forward onto the floor. The pain was incredible. Jennifer caught him under the arms, allowing him to fall partially, as his legs gave out, but holding him off the floor. She brought her knee sharply into his stomach, feeling herself force all of the air from him. Jennifer allowed him to fall to his knees on the floor in front of her. She held him firmly by the shoulders, and thrust her knee into his chest. She smiled at his bewildered, helpless expression. She maintained her hold on his shoulders, not allowing him to fall to the floor. She forced her knee into his chest several times, relishing the pained grunt she brought from him with each blow. She took hold of Zack's head by his hair, and moved to his side, still holding him up. Jennifer wrapped an arm around his head, trapping it firmly against the side of her full breast in a powerful headlock. She tightened the hold slowly, watching his face anxiously from above. "Let me go, you crazy bitch!" he said, desperately. "We need to work on your attitude, sweetie," Jennifer whispered in his ear. "But we have plenty of time. I know, from experience, that this is usually a slow, painful process, sadly for you. But don't worry. You'll be most obedient and respectful before this evening is over." She tightened her grip on his head until he felt certain that she would crush it against her breast. He could feel the laughter in her chest as he struggled in vain to break free. Finally, and suddenly, she released him, allowing him to fall to the floor. He sat up, his back against the cabinets under the counter. She stood above him, one leg on either side of him, preventing him from standing up or moving away. Jennifer lowered herself, then, sitting on his lap, straddling him, facing him. He tried to push her away or to get up, but he could not. She allowed him to move far enough away from the counter so that she could wrap her shapely legs around him. She sat on his lap, facing him, her face inches from his. She locked her ankles behind his back, her legs wrapped around his sides, her crotch firmly against his tummy, her butt on his lap. She held him there, looking into his face. He tried to strike her face or upper body with his hands. She caught one wrist, and held it tightly. He tried to strike her with his other hand, but she was too close for him to gain any kind of momentum. Jennifer caught his other hand in hers. She began to squeeze his hand in hers, causing him to squirm, but she held him tightly between her legs, and sat on his lap with all her weight. She watched his face and looked into his eyes as she continued to squeeze his hand. He screamed in pain as Jennifer continued to crush his hand. She felt a finger break as he yelped in pain. She released his hand, and he pulled it away from her, behind his back. "I'm going to let go of your other hand now, Zack," she said quietly in his ear. "Don't make me break that one, too. Do you understand me, dear?" He said nothing, looking into her eyes with contempt. She adjusted herself on his lap, and began squeezing her legs together, relishing the feel of the big man struggling between her thighs. A look of alarm swept over his face, and she repeated, "Do you understand?" "Yes," he said quickly, and she smiled and released his wrist. He withdrew this hand from her, as well. She looked into his face, as she squeezed him between her legs. "This must be very humiliating for a big man like you," she said in mock sympathy. She raised her arms high above her head and arched her back, forcing her breasts out of the top of her strapless dress. She wore no bra. She arched her torso, allowing her breasts to touch his neck and chin. She reached behind her and pulled her dress out from under her, so that her buttocks, covered only by pantyhose, rested directly on his lap. She watched him look at her breasts, and she pulled his shirt off, embracing him skin on skin. Jennifer took hold of his chin and kissed him hotly on the mouth. She leaned away slightly, and he looked down at her breasts. She looked down at them, too. She raised her arms above her head, allowing her breasts to raise upward. In this position, she moved them against his chest, which would serve to hold them that way. She looked into his eyes one last time, and then wrapped her arms around his torso, clasping her wrists behind his back. She scooted her pelvis in tight against him again, and she began to squeeze him between her legs. He struggled, but could not move at all, as she sat on his lap, with his lower body between her legs, and his upper body held tightly against her breasts. Jennifer began simultaneously tightening her embrace around his torso, crushing him between her legs and against her chest at the same time. His chin was on her shoulder, and he began to scream from the pain of the combination scissors and bear hug hold in which he was trapped. "You might want to reserve your energy and your breath, love," she whispered into his ear, squeezing him tighter and tighter all the time. She licked his ear as he continued to scream. She could feel his erection beneath her buttocks, and she smiled deliciously as she crushed the big man in her embrace. Tim and Amanda had retrieved the chairs in the basement, and were making their way back towards the stairs that led up into the kitchen, when they heard Zack scream. "What the hell was that?" Tim asked, setting down the chair we was carrying. "I don't know," Amanda lied. Tim headed for the stairs, leaving the chair on the floor in the basement. Amanda followed him, leaving her chair, as well. Tim made his way up the stairs, shouting "Zack, what's going on up there?" Amanda followed Tim closely up the stairs, and when he was about halfway up, she caught the back of his shirt, and pulled forcefully. She sidestepped him as he fell past her, down the stairs, landing on his back at the base of the staircase. She slowly made her way down the steps. "What the hell?" Tim said, disoriented. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking up at Amanda, who was still five steps up, above him. "I don't know what's going on here, but you ladies are going to be very sorry," he said. Amanda smiled, knowingly. "No, sweetie. I doubt that." With that, she jumped into the air from four steps up, landing on Tim's stomach with both feet. He grunted in pain as the air was forced from him. She stood on his stomach for a moment, with her hands on her hips, looking down at him as he gasped for air, then she stepped off. He curled into a fetal position, still trying to regain his breath. When he did, he looked up at her fiercely. He began to stand up. "You're going to pay, you crazy bitch." As he was getting up, Amanda took hold of his hair with one hand, and one of his shoulder with the other. She threw him, head first, into the wall, and he fell back to the floor, face down. She stood over him, hands on hips. Tim began to crawl across the floor, in an effort to escape from her. She allowed him to crawl away. "My luck," he said, facing away from her. "You are a bunch of man-hating bitches." Amanda took a running start towards him, and leapt high into the air, landing with full force on his upper back, between his shoulder blades, forcing him flat on his stomach again, with a grunt. She stood on his back for a moment, then jumped up again, landing on his buttocks. The force of her jump smashed his testicles against the floor, and he squealed in pain. She waited a moment, then jumped up again, landing on his butt and doing further damage to his testicles. As he tried to curl into the fetal position, she kicked him repeatedly in the stomach, knocking the wind from him again, and forcing him to lay again flat on his stomach to protect himself. As he lay there, trying to recover, she sat down next to him. She took his head by the hair, and lifted him up slightly. She slid one of her long, muscular legs underneath him, below his stomach, and she laid on her side. She pulled her other leg up over him, resting it on the small of his back. Propping herself on one elbow, she fastened her ankles, and grabbed his head by a handful of hair, forcing him to look into her face, which was only inches away. She began to squeeze him between her legs, and he screamed in pain. She increased the pressure, and said "Shhh." Each time he screamed, she squeezed him tighter. Within minutes, she had taught him that silence would be less painful, and he struggled to be quiet. She held him firmly between her legs, and brushed his cheek gently with one of her hands. "We don't hate men, my love," she said softly and sweetly. "We love them. We love them struggling between our legs, or crushed beneath our feet. We love them gasping for air from under our asses or from between our breasts. We love them humiliated, crying, begging for mercy. Docile. Obedient." Tim's face hardened. "I don't beg from crazy bitches." Amanda's face hardened, slightly, too. "Oh, you will, dear." And she squeezed him savagely between her legs, forcing air from him. He struggled as she clamped down on him, holding his stomach and chest muscles taught in an effort to prevent her from collapsing her legs any further. She studied his face though, and became attuned to the feel of his body between her legs. There was nothing on earth more arousing than this. Every time she sensed him resting his muscles, she clamped down on him harder, then waited for him to relax again. He would -- out of necessity. It was inevitable, and each time, she squeezed him tighter. Eventually, his stomach muscles gave way, and she had her way with him. She squeezed him mercilessly, causing him to gasp in pain. Amanda shook him between her legs like a rag doll, humiliating him, and relishing the feel of his soft stomach between her legs, as she squeezed his internal organs between them. He stopped struggling, eventually, and tears welled up in his eyes, involuntarily, from the pain and humiliation. She caressed his cheek again, gently, as a mother might caress her child. "Will you beg now, my love?" His face hardened. "You'll pay," he said. She smiled. "Good. We'll play some more." She clamped him tightly between her legs, until he nearly passed out. Then, suddenly, she released him, and he fell to the floor, face down, exhausted. She reached underneath him, and undid his belt. Amanda removed his shorts and his boxers, tossing them in a corner. She took off her black hose, then, and used one of them to tie his ankles together. He struggled to get up, but she sat on his back, facing his butt, holding his belt. "Let me up, damn it," he said fiercely. "Oh, shut up," she said, laughing as she scooted backwards, off of his back, sitting on his head. He was forced to turn his head to one side, to avoid injury to his face, as she smashed it against the floor. She settled her ass on the side of his head which faced upward, forcing the other side of his face firmly into the floor. Tim struggled to get up, but his feet were tied together, and Amanda's weight on his head prevented him from using his arms to get up. She crushed herself down onto his head, rudely. "Let's have some fun, sweetheart," she said. And she began whipping him on the buttocks with his own belt, as she sat on his head. He screamed in pain at the lashes -- they were not light or playful -- and he tried desperately to escape, but he could not. She had him, and she laughed mercilessly as she beat him, relishing the sound of his screams, and the feel of him struggling beneath her ass. Bruce was astounded at the women's lovely back yard. It was well landscaped, with a cement patio and a tall wooden privacy fence surrounding the exterior. They set their drinks on a patio table, and Cassie showed him the gas grill, against the house, to the side of the sliding glass doors which led into the house. The grill was lit, and they began cooking the steaks, and making idle conversation. "Do you ladies have much problem with privacy?" Bruce asked, motioning to the fence. "Not since we put up the fence," Cassie said, smiling. "We can do just about anything out here, so long as we don't make too much noise." "Those steaks smell wonderful," Bruce said. "I can't wait to eat." "Oh, you'll eat soon enough," Cassie said sweetly. Bruce looked at her and moved closer. He leaned forward to kiss her. Cassie allowed him to kiss her, and reached up to run her fingers seductively through the hair on the back of his head. She curled a leg behind both of his, and pushed him forcefully, causing him to trip and fall on his back. He stayed on his back, and smiled up at her. "Hey, what's with the rough stuff?" "That wasn't rough, dear," she smiled, as he looked up at her. "Don't you know the difference? That's okay. We can learn together." He looked confused, and propped himself up on his elbows. "Huh?" Cassie jumped up, and landed a knee drop onto the soft part of Bruce's stomach, forcing all of the air out of him. She kneeled on his stomach, and he tried quickly to land a punch to her head with is right arm, but Cassie blocked it. When he tried to hit her with his other arm, she caught it and held onto it. She stood up on his chest. Twisting his arm backwards, and holding it firmly out in front of her, she brought her knee swiftly up into it, breaking the bone. Bruce screamed from the pain, and from the sound of his bone snapping. Cassie released his arm, still standing with both feet on his chest, looking down at him. "Now, love, do you want to strike me with any other appendages?" He did not answer. She stepped on his broken arm lightly with one leg. "Do you?" "Help! Someone!" Bruce began to shout, hoping someone inside the house or next door would hear. Cassie acted decisively, sitting down on his chest, and quickly scooting up so that she was straddling his neck. She allowed all of her weight to press on his neck, and he fell silent as his air supply was cut off. Cassie reached down for his head, pulling it upward by the hair, and straightening her legs on either side of it. She was able to pull his head upward, so that it rested on her legs, which wrapped around and below it. She still sat on his neck. She shifted some of her weight off of his neck and back onto his chest, though, so she would not choke him to death. She began to squeeze his head between her powerful white legs, using her knees to press against his head on either side, still applying enough pressure to his neck with her crotch to feel him choke and gasp for air against her sex. She leaned back, resting her hands and some of her weight on his stomach. This was one of her favorite positions. She had his head between her legs, his neck beneath her crotch, and she was leaning on him with her hands, adding insult to injury. No question of who was in control of the situation. "No more screaming, sweetie," she said. He tried to push her off of him with his good arm, and she caught his wrist. Holding his hand against her breast, rubbing it over her nipple, she poured the pressure on his head, saying "Do you feel what a pretty little girl is doing to you, big boy? How humiliating for you. Can't you do anything about it?" And she laughed gleefully as be began using his legs to angrily buck her off. She quickly tightened her squeeze on his head, looking down into his face, watching him lose consciousness to her. When he went out, she released her legs, allowing his head to fall limply to the ground. She stood up, and removed his shirt. She used it to tie his ankles together, so that she would be able to have some real fun when he regained consciousness. She removed her white polo shirt and her bra, and she got back on top of him, laying flat on her stomach. Her face was level with his, and her breasts mashed against his naked chest. She slapped his face, lightly, until he woke. Bruce tried immediately to struggle, but realized quickly that his legs were tied. Remembering that his arm was broken, he understood that Cassie had him pinned. She felt his erection against her, and she looked down into his face. She kissed his neck, and his mouth, and his ear, pressing her breasts against his chest. She looked down into his eyes, and pet his head gently. "I know what you want, Bruce. But this isn't about what you want. It's about what I want, and I want you humiliated and broken. The good thing, though, sweetheart, is that by the end of this evening, what I want and what you want will be the same thing." Bruce tried shouting for help, but Cassie quickly scooted forward, so that her breasts were over his face. She hugged his face into her firm, large breasts, using the sides of her arms to keep her breasts together, sealing them over his nose and mouth. Silenced, Bruce tried to buck his way free, but Cassie straddled him, holding his body still, and pressing his face deep into her chest. She laughed at him, and she knew he would be able to feel the laughter on his face from her breasts, as he continued to be trapped between them. This was truly one of the most humiliating things she could do to him. Sitting on him, and holding him hostage with her breasts, holding him until he passed out again from lack of air. Eventually, this is exactly what happened. She had defeated him with her breasts, and the feel of him beneath them and between her legs was intoxicating. She sat on his chest again, and slapped his face until he awoke. "You do sleep quite a bit, don't you, my love?" she said, laughing. She stood up, now, still on his chest, never getting off of him, and took off her denim shorts. "You are going to pleasure me now, lover. You will have no choice, when I sit on your face. I'll be nude, and if you don't make me very happy, I will seal off your nose and mouth with my ass, and I'll pleasure myself as I suffocate the life out of you," she smiled sadly down at him, removing her panties. He began to say something, but she paid him no attention. What he thought was irrelevant. He would learn that. She kneeled, hooking her feet over his shoulders, pressing her knees and thighs in tight against the sides of his head. She lowered herself on his face, and began squeezing her knees together. "Start licking me, dear, or I'll squish your little head right this minute." She increased the pressure, and he began servicing her immediately. She shifted weight from her knees and allowed herself to press down hard on his face. She leaned back on her hands, digging them into his chest, using him in as many ways as she could, letting him feel her using him all over his body. The arousal was unbelievable. This handsome, larger man was beneath her, licking her sex obediently, because she was making him. She had all of the power. She came to an explosive orgasm on his face, and allowed herself to sit there for a few moments. When he made a slight move to struggle, Cassie got off his face briefly, and turned around, sitting on him in reverse. Pinning his shoulders with her knees, she spread her buttocks on his face, taking in his nose, and sealing over his mouth. She then contracted her buttocks, and said "I'm through with you for the moment, dear. How about another nap?" She curled her feet underneath his head, and pushed his face tightly against her ass. She shook her feet and torso, shaking his head and upper body in the process, reminding him that he was trapped and subject to her whim. She held his face tight within her ass, leaning her hands forward on his chest, using Bruce's body for the leverage she needed to suffocate him. When she released him, he was out cold, and she had climaxed again. In the kitchen, Zack was crying on Jennifer's shoulder. The pain had become unbearable, as she continued to crush his stomach between her legs and smash his upper body against her breasts with her powerful arms. He had tried to escape, but she had him. She was sitting on his lap, on the erection that she had given him, crushing him. The pain and humiliation were too much, and he sobbed on her shoulder. Having this big, strong, beaten man between her legs aroused Jennifer near the point of ecstasy, but it was still early. There were more games. She released him, and stood up, as he fell to the floor on his side. She reached down, taking him by the hair and pulling him upward. As he moved to get up, she took hold under his arms, and helped him get all the way to his feet. He had trouble standing, and she placed a hand on either side of his head, pressing them together, holding him up by the head. She looked into his fearful eyes, and kissed him full on the lips. She began walking, backing him up against a wall, pressing her breasts against him. She put her legs on either side of his, to hold him steady, and pressed him against the wall with her naked breasts. She put her hands on her hips, not using them at all. He used his legs and his undamaged hand to try to break free, but he was weakened, and she was very strong. Jennifer held him flat against the wall with only her breasts. To add to his humiliation, she put one hand on either side of him, and lifted him three inches off of the ground with her strong arms. Holding him against the wall, three inches off the ground, she pressed against him with her breasts again, releasing her hands from him, and placing them back on her hips. She was holding the big man against the wall and off of the ground with nothing but her breasts, and he was powerless against her, though he made more efforts to break free in vain. When she tired of this, she stepped back, and he fell to the ground at her feet. Looking down at him, she removed her pantyhose, and sat back down on him, on his lap. She undid his shorts, and pulled them down around his ankles, along with his boxers. Moving back up onto his lap again, she held his erect organ in her hands, gently and seductively. It was rock hard. She was wet with arousal, and she studied his face carefully as she sat down on him, and quickly took him into herself. His arousal heightened. She could see it on his face, and could feel it between her legs. She pushed him into her, as far as he would go, and then she wrapped her legs back around his waist, and her arms back around his upper body. Jennifer began to squeeze him again, relishing his screams and the feel of his erection as he squirmed and tried desperately to break free from her painful hold. He could do nothing but struggle, however, as she had him completely. She crushed him between her legs and against her firm breasts, as he begged her to stop, kissing and licking her neck, promising anything if she would only stop squeezing him. Zack maintained his erection, however, despite his pain and embarrassment -- perhaps because of it. Jennifer continued to tighten her crushing grip on him, as he struggled, screamed, begged, and pleaded. Finally, she came to a crashing orgasm, during which she squeezed him so tight that she heard something break. She was fairly certain that it was one or more of his ribs. After her orgasm, she looked into his pained and frightened eyes, and then she released him. He crumpled to the floor, laying on his back, shaking from the pain and humiliation. Zack still had a tremendous erection, as he had not yet discharged. Jennifer stood above him, and she touched his erection lightly with one of her bare feet. Alarmed, Zack tried to get up and move away. Jennifer said, "Be still." And used her other foot to stand on his chest, causing him great pain because of the tremendous damage she had done to his him already. He trembled, forced flat on his back, as she returned to playing with his erection with her other foot. She caressed him seductively with her foot, while standing on top of him. Within a very short amount of time, Zack reached orgasm. Jennifer allowed him to come on her foot, as she continued to jerk him. When he had finished, Jennifer rubbed her foot around in it, and stepped off of his chest. "Let's see how well we have learned this evening," she said, firmly, standing over Zack's body. "Lick my foot clean." The big man looked at her with a combination of fear and arousal, and said "Yes, Mistress," and quickly rose to his hands and knees. He quickly and obediently began licking his discharge from her foot. As he licked her foot clean, Jennifer lifted her other foot and placed it on his back, leaning on him as he kissed and licked her foot. This would remind him constantly of his situation, as he leaned to lick her toes and felt her possessively place her foot on his back. He would continue until she told him to stop, and she allowed him to keep going for about twenty minutes. She reached another crashing orgasm, just standing there, watching the big strong man that she had humiliated and destroyed, as he licked her foot while she leaned on his back with her other. "That's a good boy," she finally said gently. "It was painful, but we learned, didn't we?" She took her foot off of his back and positioned her legs on either side of his head, towering above him as her remained on his hands and knees. "Yes, Mistress," Zack said fearfully. "You are quite obedient, my love," she said, moving her calves against the sides of his head, holding him there. "I think this has been a very successful date, but I'm finished with you now," she said, crossing her ankles, as he looked down at her feet, his head pressed between her calves. "Not a peep," she said, as she began squeezing his head between her powerful legs. She felt him tremble with fear, but he did not scream or try to escape. She increased the pressure on his head, looking down at him between her legs. She felt him go limp, and she released her grip. He fell face-first to the floor with a "thud." He would be out for several hours, and would be in horrible pain in both his head and body when he did awake. Jennifer laughed quietly, put on her pajamas, and got herself a glass of wine. She sat on Zack's unconscious body, using it as she might a bean-bag chair, and paged through a magazine, waiting for her friends to finish their dates. Tim had been severely weakened, first by Amanda's crushing body scissors, and then by having her sit on his head and whip his naked ass with his own belt. His entire butt had turned red, and there were several lash marks on each buttock, as well as his lower back. Eventually, Amanda got off of his head, admiring her handiwork, and pulled his face off of the floor by his hair. She looked directly into his eyes and said "Will you beg for mercy, now, lover?" "Never," he said weakly. "Good," she said, and stood up, pulling him up with her by his hair. She walked over to one of the chairs they had been carrying, dragging him with her. She sat on the chair, and quickly threw Tim over her lap. She took his arm, and twisted it roughly behind his back, pressing him down against her lap, and she hooked her one of her long legs around both of his, holding him firmly in place. His ass was face up on her lap. She could feel his erection against her crotch. She began spanking him with her bare hand. His buttocks were already severely damaged from the whipping she had issued him, so this spanking was not only extremely humiliating, as he could not break free from her, but also unspeakably painful. She beat him relentlessly, laughing at his screams, feeling his sweat and tears roll down her legs, as the pain became less and less bearable. Finally, through his sobs, he shouted "Please! Please stop hurting me!" She stopped beating him, and smiled. "Too late now, my fierce little love." She hit him once more, very hard, then pushed him roughly off of her lap and onto the floor. She stood up, then, and walked over to him. Bending down, she took a handful of his hair in one hand, and slid her fingers around his testicles with the other. "Get up," she said, giving his balls a quick, hard squeeze. Tim stood up immediately, and allowed Amanda to lead him by the testicles. She brought him over to one of the basement support poles -- a round metal pole which ran from the ceiling to the floor. She positioned him so that he was standing, facing her, with his back against the pole. She stepped very close to him, looking into his eyes, allowing him to feel her breath on his face, pushing him against the pole with one hand on his chest. She kissed him hotly on the mouth, and wrapped her arms around his chest, and around the pole, clasping them behind his back. She began to hug him, tightly, crushing him against the pole and against herself. He screamed in pain and tried to escape. She increased the pressure, and whispered in his ear. "Be quiet, and be still. Leave your feet planted where they are, and keep your legs straight, or I'll crush you right now." She squeezed him harder to make certain that he understood. Then, using her hold on him for leverage, she hoisted her legs off of the floor, and wrapped them around his midsection. Reaching for the pole just above his head, she lifted herself up further, so that her chest was level with his face, and her lovely, long legs were wrapped around his midsection. She pulled herself up firmly against him, and locked her ankles behind him. She had him trapped against the pole. Even if he lifted his feet off of the ground, he would simply be suspended against the pole between her legs. Sensing his predicament, Tim began to struggle, and Amanda looked down into his face, amused, as she tightened her legs around his middle, crushing his back into the pole, crushing his sides with her legs, and crushing his ribs against her crotch. She let go of the pole with her hands, allowing the grip she had established with her legs to maintain her position on Tim and on the pole. She pulled her shirt off over her head, looking at Tim. She removed her bra, and moved her chest against his face. "Suck my breast, Tim." She said, squeezing him between her legs, holding him firmly against the pole. He did as he was told. She held his head with her hands, running her fingers through his hair, pressing his face into her chest. "Suck harder, my sweet. Open your fucking mouth wider." And she squeezed him harder between her legs, pressing his face rudely against her chest, mashing the back of his head against the pole. "Open your mouth, Tim. My tits aren't that big. I want my entire breast inside of your mouth, dear," she said, squeezing him harder and harder between her legs, forcing him to open his mouth wider and wider as he sucked her breast. She reached orgasm in her panties, as Tim sucked her breast, and she squeezed him mercilessly. She felt his tears on her breast, and the sensation was intoxicating. She gave him one last prolonged squeeze, then released him from her thighs, stepping away from the pole. He crumpled to the floor, shivering from the pain. She was fairly certain she had broken some of his ribs. "Now we'll beg," Amanda said, standing over him. "Whatever you say," he said fearfully. "If you say anything to me from now on other than 'Yes, Mistress,' I'm going to finish crushing you. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Tim said quickly. "Now, slave. Get on your knees. Here." She pointed. She removed her skirt and panties, and she stood in front of him, facing away. She stepped backward, so that her feet were on either side of his knees, and her butt was just in front of his face. "Place one hand lightly on each of my hips," she commanded. He complied. "Leave your hands there, or suffer, my little suck slave." "Yes, Mistress." Tim behaved as all men did after a proper bout of being beaten, crushed, and humiliated sufficiently. He listened to her commands, and complied immediately. "Now, my sweet darling. I want you to kiss my left buttock, gently, passionately. That's it. Now my right buttock. Good. Now lick my right buttock." Amanda smiled as Tim complied, the familiar feeling of power rushing over her. She spread her feet apart slightly, so they were no longer touching his knees. "Now I want you to kiss the middle, slave. That's right. No. Kiss deeper. Press your mouth all the way in. Use your tongue. I want you to lick my ass. I want you to French kiss my butt. That's it, my baby." She felt unbelievable arousal from the power that rushed over her. "Deeper. I want your lips and your tongue deep in my ass." Tim complied. He was obediently French kissing her ass, with his hands on her hips, because she had told him to. She exploded in orgasm, standing there, as this man she had conquered in every way obediently licked her ass, continuing to do so for as long as she told him. She stepped away, eventually. "Lay on your back," she said, and he complied. She stood over him, looking down at him. She sat down, sideways, on his face, hooking one leg underneath his neck, so that his neck was held firmly between her upper and lower leg, forced into the crook where the two parts of her leg met. She sat down firmly on his face, sideways, with one buttock over his eyes, and one over his mouth. She forced his face into her ass, squeezing his neck between her legs, bucking on his face, and laughing at his struggles. She stopped, suddenly "Slave?" she said to Tim. "Yes, Mistress." "You have been a good boy," she said, and turned her body so that her ass was straight over his face, and she could see only the top of his head between her legs. "Lick me," she said. Amanda sat on his face, pressing her ass tightly down onto him as he licked her and sucked her, obediently. She caressed her breasts as she sat on the face of the man who had come as her date, while he pleasured her. She reached another unbelievable orgasm, and as she came, she clamped down on Tim's face, sealing him against her ass, and suffocating him until he was unconscious. She stayed on his face for a minute or two after he went limp, insuring that he would be out for quite some time. She left him beaten and broken on the basement floor, and went upstairs for a glass of wine. In the back yard, Cassie sat on Bruce's chest, and slapped his face lightly to awaken him. As he awoke, she lay down flat, completely nude, facing him. She had untied his legs, and he tried to get up. She wrapped her legs around each of his, and pulled them outward in a grapevine hold. She looked into his eyes, her elbows on his shoulders, allowing her breasts to hang down on to his chest, touching him, but not pressed firmly against him. He could see them fully, and be reminded at all times that he was being effortlessly dominated by a pretty, young woman. She gazed into his eyes, allowing him to feel her breath on his face. She moved her face closer, and kissed him softly, hotly on the mouth, her elbows still pinning his shoulders. She began to pull her legs farther apart, stretching his legs as far as they would go, and Bruce tried to scream from the pain. Cassie put her hand over his mouth, firmly, looking down into his eyes, and said "Not a sound, my lover. Take what your mistress issues, or I swear I'll rip you in two." He fell silent, looking up at her, fearfully. She moved her mouth closer to his face, whispering. "You belong to me. I own you. You love me, and you want me. I can feel you against me, hard as a rock. I have beaten you, and I have humiliated you, and you want me all the more. I am superior to you in every way. If I weren't, than I would not be able to dominate you so completely. You are a man. You are weaker, less intelligent, and in need of instruction and discipline. If this is not the case, then prove me wrong; take control of this situation, my little lover." He made no move. She smiled, "Good." She felt his erection against her naked body, and she moved to undo his belt. She took off his shorts and his briefs, and she knelt on the ground in between his legs. She lowered her firm, full breasts onto his erection, allowing them to touch him. She looked up at his face, and saw the electricity she was sending through him. She began rocking, slowly, with her breasts, on his penis. Sex could be an even more powerful weapon than pain and humiliation against a man, if used properly. As she felt his arousal heighten, she lifted her breasts off of him, and crawled around his body. She sat on his chest, facing his feet, and lowered her knees to the ground near his shoulders, on either side of his neck. Reaching behind herself, she forcefully grabbed his head by the hair, lifting off of the ground, and straightening her legs around it. She locked her ankles, and used his hair to pull his head tightly between her legs, so that his face was inches away from her ass. She lay on top of him, face down, with her breasts pressed firmly against his stomach. She squeezed his head tightly, but not violently, between her legs, allowing him to watch the muscles in her upper legs and ass as they contracted around his head. She reached down with one hand, and took hold of his erect penis, and began massaging it, gently. As she felt his arousal heighten, she slowly increased the pressure on his head. When she felt him beginning to reach orgasm, she tightened the pressure on his head, and simultaneously squeezed his penis in her hand as hard as she could. She held his organ tightly, not allowing him to issue his orgasm from his body. He began to scream from the pain and frustration, but she tightened her hold on his head, and he obediently fell silent. When she was certain that he would not come, Cassie let go of his still-erect penis, and moved herself back up onto his chest, still facing away from him, so that he had a constant view of the ass that had dominated him so thoroughly. "Be still," she told him. She leaned forward, turning her head upside down, allowing her soft red hair to tickle his stomach. She moved her head forward, touching his erection only with her hair, moving her head so that her hair brushed lightly back and forth on his erection. She could feel him tense, as she straddled him, knew that she was sending waves of electricity through him as she continued to tease him. After several minutes of this, she pulled her head back up, and leaned forward on him, allowing her breasts to press against his stomach. Her face inches from his penis, she began to blow on it, and to breathe on it, gently. She still did not touch it, only blowing lightly on it, watching it as she felt him tremble between her legs. Before very long, Bruce came to a thunderous orgasm. As he came, Cassie sat up on his chest, allowing him to soil only himself. When he finished, she gave him a moment to recover. Then, scooting back, still facing his feet, she put her ass on his face. "Thank me, little slave," she said. He began to lick and suck her, and she bucked her ass on his face, leaning forward to dig her fingernails into his chest. She allowed him to continue for several minutes, but withdrew her ass from his face before she reached orgasm. She stood up, looking down at him on the ground. Placing her hands on her hips, she said "On your knees. Kiss my feet, darling, now." He quickly obeyed, kneeling before her, and kissing her feet. "I wish to sit down," she said, walking around to the side of him, and pushing his head toward the ground. He put his good hand on the ground, standing on his knees and one hand, as his other arm was broken. She put her leg over his back, and straddled him. Placing her hands behind her, on the small of his back for leverage, Cassie swung both legs up, allowing them to drape over his shoulders, with her thighs against the sides of his head. She placed her feet on the ground in front of him, still sitting with all of her weight on his back. "Now," she said. "Continue." Obediently, Bruce lowered his head toward the ground, to continue kissing her feet. She moved back on his back, so that she could continue to sit on him, her legs draped over his shoulders, her feet on the ground in front of him. "Use your tongue, dear. Suck the toes. Convince me of your obedience. Show me that I have no need to discipline you further." He followed her instructions with no hesitation, kissing and licking her feet, her ankles, and her calves, and sucking her toes, as she sat on his back, straddling him between her legs. She felt her arousal return, and she came sitting nude on his back, as he obediently served her wishes, kissing her feet, as he held her on his back, on his hand and knees, with one broken arm. She withdrew her feet after perhaps half an hour, swinging her legs back over his shoulders, allowing them to hang at his sides. She gripped his head by the hair with both hands, pulling his face up from the ground. He shifted his stance to accommodate her. "Let's go check on the others," she said, squeezing him slightly between her legs, bringing her feet up under him and digging her heels lightly into his belly. "Go on, walk, my little slave." He did as he was told, carrying her awkwardly on his back, like a horse with one lame foot. She rode him across the back yard, and through the sliding glass door, which led into the living room. Inside, they saw Jennifer in a robe, laying on Zack's motionless body, sipping from a glass of wine, reading a magazine. Amanda was in a nearby chair, in pajamas, also drinking wine, her feet resting on Zack's unconscious head. They looked up as Cassie and Bruce entered, and both smiled. "Hello, Cass," Amanda said. "Would you like a glass of wine?" Cassie smiled. "Yes, love. That would be delightful." She pulled back on Bruce's head by the hair, and squeezed her legs against him, again digging her heels into his stomach. He understood that she wished him to stop crawling, and he did so. He stood motionless on two knees and one hand, with his eyes towards the floor. "Where is Tim?" Cassie asked, eyeing Zack with a mischievous smile. "I'm afraid he's passed out on the floor in the basement," Amanda said from the kitchen. "He was having trouble breathing," she continued with a smirk, as she brought Cassie her glass of wine. "Oh?" Cassie asked, giving Bruce a slight squeeze between her legs. "Yes," Amanda said. "But, in all fairness to him, he did spend a great deal of time with his face in my ass." Cassie noticed Bruce looking worriedly at Zack, and she leaned forward to tell him softly, "Don't worry, dear, you're the designated driver. I won't make you go to sleep again. Your friends may require some medical attention, as I'm sure you will, but I think you will all live. And you'll be much better men for the experience. I'm sure you'll think of something to tell the doctors," she laughed, knowingly, in his ear. Jennifer had gotten off of Zack and left the room. She returned with a robe for Cassie. Cassie stood up, on Bruce's back, and put the robe on. She then resumed her position, giving his head an affectionate pat. Amanda went down the stairs to the basement. She lifted Tim over her shoulder, and carried him up the stairs. He stirred and moaned, fretfully, but did not awake. When she reached the living room, Jennifer leaned down and took Zack by the arms. She dragged him across the floor, towards the front door. Amanda followed her, still carrying Tim on her shoulders. Cassie took a handful of Bruce's hair, and squeezed her legs against his sides. Obediently, he followed Amanda, silently carrying Cassie to the front door on his hand and knees. When they reached the car outside, Jennifer let go of Zack's arms, letting him fall to the ground. She stood over Bruce. "The key's, darling?" "Tim has them, Mistress Jennifer," he said, looking at her feet. They found the keys in Tim's pocket, and opened the car. Amanda dumped Tim's body into the back seat, then helped Jennifer lift Zack into the car. Cassie remained on Bruce's back, watching them. When they finished, Amanda and Jennifer walked over and stood in front of Cassie and Bruce. Cassie squeezed her legs lightly against Bruce, and said "Thank Mistress Amanda and Mistress Jennifer for the lovely time, darling." She placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing it down towards the ground. Bruce leaned down, kissing both of Amanda's feet affectionately, and saying quietly "Thank you for the lovely evening, Mistress Amanda." He took a step over to where Jennifer stood, and kissed her feet, as well, offering the same thanks. The women walked towards the house. Cassie swung a foot up onto Bruce's upper back, pushing it down. He lowered himself to the ground, and Cassie stepped off of him, rudely walking on his back with both feet. She turned and faced him, standing with her hands on her hips, looking down at him, as her remained on his hand and knees. "Thank you for the lovely evening, Mistress," Bruce said, bending to kiss and lick her feet. She allowed him to continue to make love to her feet for perhaps ten minutes. She stooped down then, pulling his head up by the hair, so that she could look into his face. She kissed him hotly on the mouth, and said "You had better crawl into your car and get going now, my dear." His face was concerned. "Will I see you again, my Mistress?" he asked. She smiled, relishing her complete control over him. This never ceased to amaze her, though she had come to expect it. She had beaten and humiliated this man, and he wanted nothing more, literally nothing more, than to spend additional time with her and to do as she wished. She had come to understand that, men appreciated being treated this way, longed to learn their place from a beautiful, strong women -- as long as the lesson was properly executed. If they were awake, Tim and Zack would very likely express this as well. She kissed Bruce softly on the mouth, saying "Would you like that, my little darling?" He was considerably larger than her. His look was most sincere, as he said "Oh yes, my Mistress." "Perhaps we will call, then, for another date, lover, if you and your friends can show us that you have benefited from the time we have spent together." She rose, putting her hands on her hips again. "Now go, my sweet." Bruce, lowered his head, kissing her feet again, tenderly, then turned and crawled into the car. Cassie turned, and walked back toward the house, where she would enjoy another glass of wine, and exchange stories of the evening with her two friends.