Threesome
Mick Sloane
Two women change a man’s perceptions about luck



	Jack stared at the woman as she got up from the table and 
walked over to the bar.  He didn’t get a glimpse of her from the front, 
but if she looked anywhere near as good as she looked from the back, 
she was unbelievable.  Straight, long, blond hair, down to the middle of 
her back.  Black halter top, which exposed well-toned, tan shoulders, 
and hugged her upper body, stopping several inches above her shorts, 
exposing her lower back.  The shorts were white leather, pretty tight, 
and really short, covering her ass, yet leaving exposed the area where 
the back of the leg begins to curve outward into the buttock.  
Unbelievable.
	She leaned on the bar, sticking that ass outward just slightly, 
and tossing all of her hair over one shoulder.
	Jack finished his beer quickly, and set the bottle on the table.  
“I’ll see you guys later,” he said to the guys he had come with.  “Oh, 
and don’t wait up,” he added, smiling wickedly.
	He walked quickly up to the bar, not wanting to miss the 
opportunity to talk to her.  Leaning on the bar next to her, he said, “Can 
I buy you a drink?”
	She turned to look at him, and smiled warmly.  It took 
everything Jack had to not get a big old hard-on right then and there.  
This woman was gorgeous.  Beautiful face with a nice tan, pretty pale 
blue eyes, shiny white teeth, cute little nose.  Her halter top was tight in 
the front, too, and she had a great body.  Firm, high breasts.  Not too 
big, not too small.  Her midriff was exposed by the halter top, and she 
was tan there, too, with a flat, taught little tummy.  Yummy.
	“Well aren’t you sweet?” she said, smiling, and turning her 
body to face him.
	“It would be my pleasure,” Jack said, smiling, trying to stay 
cool.
	The bartender approached, bringing the woman two beers.  She 
motioned to pay for one of them, saying “One of these is for my friend 
over there.  You don’t have to get hers, too.”
	“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Jack said.  “I’ve got them.”  He gave the 
bartender a twenty, telling her to get him a Jack Daniels, as well.
	As they waited for the bartender to make Jack’s Jack, the 
woman extended a lovely hand, with medium-length red fingernails.  
“I’m Kelly,” she said.
	Jack smiled and took her hand, shaking it lightly, the way men 
frequently shake women’s hands, and said “Pleasure to meet you, 
Kelly.  I’m Jack.”
	“Are you here with anyone, Jack?” Kelly asked him.
	Jack turned to look at the table where his friends had been 
sitting.  “Well, I was here with a few buddies, but it looks like they 
moved on to the next bar,” he said, not thinking quickly enough of what 
this might suggest.
	“And you stayed behind to buy me a drink?  Well aren’t you a 
nice boy?” she said, smiling innocently.  “Well, since your buddies 
have deserted you, why don’t you come and meet my friend, so she can 
thank you for the drink?”
	He smiled and nodded, picking up his drink, and following her.  
He could watch her walk all day long.  She had long, toned legs.  She 
was about two or maybe three inches shorter than him, but her legs 
were as long as his, especially in the heels she had on.
	Jack wasn’t prepared for Kelly’s friend.  He expected her to be 
plain, or maybe even downright ugly, because great looking women 
always have plain ones for friends.  She was a stark contrast to Kelly, 
but the woman seated at the table was not plain or ugly, far from it.  
Pale white complexion, high cheekbones, full red lips, shoulder-length 
dark brown hair.  Her eyes were green and bright, and just a little exotic 
looking.  Where Kelly had a clean, innocent smile, this one’s was 
darker, more seductive, like she knew something.
	She wore a peach spaghetti-strap top, which fitted her form very 
closely.   Her shoulders were cream-white, and she had firm, perky 
breasts, which pushed nicely against the inside of her top.  He could see 
that her waist was firm and taut, because the top fit her precisely.  He 
could not see the lower half of her, as she was seated behind the table.  
She was clearly one hell of a great-looking woman, though.  She and 
Kelly could not have been sitting alone together in this bar for very 
long, Jack thought, or they would have had guys crawling all over them 
by now.
	“Megan, this is Jack,” Kelly said to the brunette seated at the 
table.  “He was kind enough to buy us a beer.”  Jack thought he 
detected some glimmer of visual exchange between the two women, 
something like excitement, but he really could not be sure.
	Megan leaned forward and extended her hand.  “Well aren’t you 
wonderful?” she said, smiling that knowing smile.  Jack shrugged 
politely, and shook her hand.  Her grip was perhaps a hint stronger than 
he had anticipated, but only slightly.  It might not have even occurred to 
him, if he hadn’t had the strange sensation that there was a great deal 
more strength there, which she was having to exercise effort to 
withhold from him.  Stupid, really, but something in her eyes maybe, 
and in that smile, something unidentifiable, but awfully attractive.
	Megan looked at Kelly, but continued talking to Jack.  “Won’t 
you join us, Jack?  We would love to have the pleasure of your 
company.  And such a strong, handsome man, don’t you agree, Kell?”  
she smiled naughtily.  Jack sat down.
	Kelly blushed slightly, and looked at the table.  “Do stay, Jack,” 
she said, smiling that wonderful smile.  “Megan can be just impossible.  
But she is honest.  You are quite handsome, and we would love it if you 
would stay and chat.”
	Jack feigned embarrassment, looking down at the table, 
muttering “Thank you.”  He had the feeling that this kind of 
compliment meant a great deal more coming from Kelly than from 
Megan, who seemed to be toying.  It wasn’t as if the praise were 
undeserved, he knew.  He was good looking.  Dark hair, square jaw, 
toned, muscular frame.  He was just over six feet, and built like a 
quarterback.  He had an easily discernible air of confidence about him -
- some would call it arrogance -- that he did not try to hide.  He knew 
that his chances were much better than even that, in a given situation, 
he would be the among the best looking guys in the room.
	He looked up at Kelly, smiling, “Did you ladies come here to 
pick up guys, or are you just out for a beer?”
	“What do you think, Jack?” Megan asked softly, even 
seductively.
	“I think guys,” Jack said, still looking at Kelly.
	“Why do you say that?” Kelly asked, and seemed truly curious.
	“Yes, Jack.  Is that what you think, or what you hope?” Megan 
smiled, and Jack realized that he couldn’t read her face at all.  
	“Both,” Jack said, looking directly at Megan now.  “You ladies 
look fantastic, quite fetching, but not really like women who want to 
have a few beers without being disturbed.”
	“And clever, too,” Megan said to Kelly.  “We like you, Jack,” 
she said to him.
	“Yes, Jack, we do,” Kelly added, smiling warmly.
	What strange women!  “Well I like you ladies a great deal, as 
well,” he said, thinking to himself that the conversation had become 
just plain odd.
	He noticed that the women were running low on their beers, and 
announced that he would return shortly with another round, for which 
both thanked him sweetly.  He stood at the bar so that he could see their 
table, and they had leaned in close to one another, and were speaking 
directly into each other’s ears.  Kelly would say something to Megan, 
and both girls would smile mischievously.  Then Megan would answer, 
followed by more mischievous smiling and laughing.
	As Jack returned to the table with the drinks, the women 
stopped talking, and both looked up at him innocently, with little 
smirks of delight.
	“Have you ladies been telling secrets?” he asked, smiling 
handsomely and distributing the drinks.
	The women looked at one another, and burst out laughing.
	“What?” Jack asked them, smiling questioningly.  “Do I have 
something in my teeth?”
	The women laughed again, and shook their heads, no.
	“Kelly said your friends deserted you, Jack,” Megan said, 
smiling knowingly again.
	“Yes.  I’m afraid they did,” he said nonchalantly.
	“Pity,” Megan said, playfully.
	“Oh, I don’t think so at all,” Jack said.  “I much prefer my 
present company.”
	“Aren’t you a dear,” Kelly said, glancing briefly at Megan.
	“Yes, I rather think that I am,” Jack said, and all three burst out 
laughing.
	When they settled, Megan managed a shy expression, and asked 
“What are your plans for the rest of this evening, young Jack?”
	“I don’t know,” Jack replied, wishing suddenly that one of his 
friends had stayed behind, three generally being considered a crowd.
	“Megan and I were thinking about going home for a nightcap,” 
Kelly said, shyly.  “You wouldn’t . . . care to join us?”
	Before he could answer, Megan said “Can I ask you a personal 
question, Jack?”
	“Yes, of course.”
	“Don’t answer if you think it too personal.”
	“Of course.”
	“Have you ever had two women at one time, Jack?” Megan 
said, and she and Kelly burst into a fit of what appeared to be nervous 
giggles.
	Jack blushed, genuinely, very glad suddenly that none of his 
friends had stayed behind.  “Oh yes, lots of times.”
	The girls laughed.  “Really?” Kelly asked, looking again at the 
table.
	“No,” he answered. “Not really.”
	The women exchanged glances.  “Have you?” he asked them.
	“Been with two women?” Megan asked, innocently, and all 
three burst into hysterical laughter.
	“Really,” he said.  “You know what I mean.”
	“Yes,” Megan answered.  “On a couple of occasions, perhaps.  
The two of us and one special guy.”  The women giggled, hardly able to 
contain themselves.
	“And how was it?” Jack asked, looking at the floor.
	“Fucking unbelievable,” Kelly said, causing Megan to spit beer 
through her nose as she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
	When she regained her composure, Megan looked seriously at 
Jack, and said “So what do you think about that nightcap?  Perhaps 
when we finish our drinks here?”
	Jack swallowed his drink in one gulp, and said “Ready when 
you are,” and all three burst into another round of laughter.
	When the ladies finished their beers, the three got up, Jack 
settled the tab, and they left the bar holding hands, he in the middle, 
one girl on either side.
	Outside the bar, they gave him directions to their place, and 
Megan said “Don’t dawdle, Jack.”
	“Don’t worry,” Jack replied.
	Standing each on one side of him still, the girls each leaned up 
and kissed him softly on either cheek.  They left him then, walking to 
their car together.
	As he watched them leave, he noted that Megan wore tight, pale 
blue jeans, which showcased fantastic legs and a firm, round ass.  He 
pinched himself, as he walked to his car.  Getting lucky was one thing, 
but this was just damned unbelievable.

	When Jack arrived at the women’s apartment, they had not 
gotten there yet.  He was not surprised.  He had probably set a new 
speed record on the freeway in his effort to get there as quickly as 
possible.
	He had to wait for about ten minutes, outside their apartment.  
They apparently lived in a duplex, and it looked as though the adjoining 
apartment was vacant.
	When the women arrived, they walked up to the door smiling 
and giggling.  Megan carried a bottle of Jack Daniels.  She noticed Jack 
looking at it.
	“I’m afraid Kell and I are exclusively beer drinkers.  We don’t 
stock the hard stuff, but we wanted to keep young Jack satisfied,” she 
smiled sexily, looking directly into his eyes.
	“You didn’t have to do that.  I drink beer, too,” he said.
	“Oh no, it’s our pleasure,” Kelly replied.  “We do so want you 
to like us, Jack, and to have a good time,” she smiled, her smile 
somehow more knowing, now, like Megan’s.
	“You’re very kind,” Jack said.
	As they entered the apartment, it was apparent to Jack that this 
was a place inhabited by women.  The space was clean, and tastefully 
decorated.  A faint odor of perfume and hair spray could be detected.
	Kelly and Jack sat on the couch in the living room, while Megan 
excused herself to get the drinks.  She returned shortly, with bottles of 
beer for Kelly and herself, and a Jack Daniels on the rocks for Jack.
	Megan still stood.  “Do you like music, Jack?”
	“Sure,” he said.
	“Any particular kind?” she asked.
	“Oh, anything’s fine,” he replied, sipping from his drink, having 
a great deal of trouble deciding at which beautiful woman to look.  
Nice problem to have, he thought.
	“Perhaps something we can dance to?” she said, raising her 
eyebrows, seductive smile in place.
	“Oh, yes,” Kelly added.  “Let’s dance.”
	Jack shrugged.  “Okay, great.”
	Megan selected an album that Jack was unfamiliar with, but it 
was some kind of slow, sexy, jazzy-type stuff.
	She walked over to him, and stooped down to take his hands 
lightly in hers.  He stood, and she led him into the middle of the floor.  
She wrapped her arms around him, softly, pressing her body against 
him lightly.  She was perhaps two inches shorter than he.  He could feel 
her hair on his neck, her head on his shoulder, her breasts against his 
chest.  She could feel his erection against her body.  She smiled over 
his shoulder at Kelly.
	Kelly stood up from the couch.  She stood behind him, and put 
her hands softly on his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his back, 
her crotch against his buttocks.  He could feel her breath on his neck, 
and the three of them danced, slowly.  He thought he might explode.
	As they continued to dance, Kelly moved her hands slowly 
down his arms, embracing them, pulling them just slightly behind his 
back, still breathing on his neck, in his ear.
	“Jack?” Megan said softly, pulling her head back, so that she 
could look into his face.
	“Yes?” Jack answered, his voice low and thick.
	“Jack, I’m afraid Kelly and I haven’t been entirely honest with 
you, sweetie,” she said, her voice serious, but a sly smirk on her face.
	“Oh?” he asked, curious, but not concerned.
	“Well, yes.  We did bring you home to have a good time with 
you, but I’m a little bit afraid that it isn’t going to be exactly what you 
have in mind.”
	“Oh,” he said cautiously, preparing himself for disappointment.
	“Don’t get the wrong idea.  We do have an unforgettable 
evening in store for you, and Kelly and I are sure that we are going to 
have a great time with you, it’s just that . . .” she still had the sly little 
smile on her face.
	He felt Kelly slowly tightening her arms around his, pulling 
them further behind his back.  Megan continued:  “Jack, I’ll just say it.  
We brought you here to beat you, to crush you, to humiliate you, to turn 
you into an obedient, begging little puppy.  To make you a better 
person, you might say.”
	He felt her breath on his face, as she softly said the words, but 
he couldn’t believe he was hearing them.  He was clearly bigger than 
either of them, and stronger.  And he was a man.  Megan was still 
pressed against him, studying his face, seeming to enjoy his confusion.
	He tried to step away, but Kelly had tightened her arms around 
his, and pulled them firmly behind his back.  She held her stance 
behind him, and would not let him step forward or back.  Megan took a 
step away from him, still studying his face.
	“Let me go,” he said angrily to Kelly, pulling at his arms, trying 
to shake her 
loose.  She held his arms tight, and he felt her breath on his neck as she 
said, “Oh, that’s it, Jack.  Do struggle.  I so love that.”  Still holding 
him from behind, she brought her knee up sharply between his legs, 
literally lifting his body off of the floor slightly as she smashed her 
knee into his testicles.
	He screamed in pain, and struggled even more forcefully to 
break free, but she held his arms tightly, and lifted her knee into him 
again.  This second blow would have knocked him down, but she held 
him up, her arms tangled in his.  She was surprisingly strong.
	“Damn it!  Let me go, bitch!” he screamed, struggling to break 
free.
	Megan stepped toward him, and surprised him with a solid 
punch to the stomach.  “That’s no way to speak to a lady, Jack,” she 
said, flashing a smile.  Before he could respond, she landed another 
punch to his stomach, stepping into her swing, forcing her fist deep into 
his gut.  He tried to double over, but Kelly held him up.
	Megan’s punches had both taken him by surprise, and she had 
thoroughly knocked the wind out of him.  He struggled to regain his 
breath, and continued trying to break free from Kelly’s grasp.  Still 
unable to break loose, he used Kelly for leverage, and tried to kick 
Megan.  She had anticipated this, though, and brought her forearm 
down sharply into his knee.
	He screamed in pain and anger.  “You fucking bitch!  Wait until 
I get my hands on you!”  He shook violently, trying to break free from 
Kelly.
	Megan punched him square in the jaw, saying “It’s clear to me, 
Jack, that you have a lot to learn about how to treat women.”
	Jack shook his head, as the blow had disoriented him.  His lip 
was already swelling from the single blow Megan had landed to his 
face.
	“Megan,” Kelly said from behind him, with a slight whine in 
her voice.  “You promised not to muss his face!  You know how I hate 
it when you do that.”
	Megan looked at Jack, and smiled that naughty, knowing smile.  
“Yes.  Of course you’re right, Kell.  I’m sorry.  I’ll not muss his pretty 
face any more.”
	“Thank you,” Kelly responded, and lifted her knee forcefully 
between Jack’s legs again, evoking a scream and more struggles.
	Megan laughed.  “You’re welcome, dear,” and she forced her 
own knee into his stomach, knocking the wind from him again.  For 
good measure, she kneed him the stomach once again, then said “Let go 
of him, Kell.”
	Kelly released him, and he started to double over and fall to his 
knees, but Megan caught him under his arms.  She allowed his knees to 
give out, but held him under the arms so that his face was level with her 
breasts.  She looked coolly down into his eyes.  He began to struggle, 
but she quickly lifted her knee into his chest, smiling as he grunted in 
pain.  She held him close to her, under the arms, and kneed him in the 
chest several times more.  When she released him, he fell to his hands 
and knees, and struggled to regain his senses.
	Kelly stood in front of him, looking down at him on his hands 
and knees, her arms folded across her chest.  When he made a move to 
get up, she stepped forward, standing so that her legs were on either 
side of his head.  She pressed the sides of her legs against his head 
firmly, looking down at his back, forcing him to remain on his hands 
and knees.  As he began to thrash about in an effort to get free, she 
reached behind herself, grabbing a handful of his hair, and pulling his 
head upward, until it was snug against her crotch.  She crossed her 
ankles, and put her hands lightly on his back.
	Jack was stuck firmly between Kelly’s legs.  He could feel her 
ass on the lower part of his head, her upper thighs on the back part of 
his neck, and her powerful legs against the sides of his neck.  He could 
feel her hands resting lightly on his back, patting him, mocking him.  
His face pointed towards the floor, and he could see the backs of 
Kelly’s lovely legs as they worked to hold him still.  He could not lift or 
lower his head, nor could he turn it side to side.  He was no longer on 
his hands and knees.  When she had lifted his head upward, Kelly had 
pulled him up from his hands and knees, and in his current position, we 
was on his feet, forced to stoop forward as Kelly held his head between 
her legs.  When she applied pressure to his neck with her thighs, the 
pain was instantaneous and unbelievable.
	He tried to use his hands to pry her legs apart, hearing Megan 
behind him laughing in amusement at his inability to break free from 
the beautiful woman’s hold.  As his frustration increased, he began 
using his fists to beat her legs as hard as he could.  Kelly was at first 
taken by surprise, but quickly clamped down harder on his head and 
neck, and caught his hands by the wrists, holding them tightly, pulling 
them up and behind his back.  
	As she continued to squeeze him, she occasionally placed one 
of his hands against her legs or breasts, saying “Come on, Jack.  I’m 
just a girl.  Break free.  Beat me up.  Show me my place.”  This made 
him struggle angrily, but Kelly simply tightened her hold on his neck 
with her thighs, preventing him from breaking free.  He could hear both 
women laughing at him, and he could feel Kelly’s laughter in her legs 
and buttocks against his head.
	Jack began trying to lower his body, to get his legs under 
himself, so he could lift his upper body upward, Kelly and all.  He felt 
Megan behind him, her hands on his lower back, her breasts hugged 
against his butt.  He could feel her laughter, too, and it enraged him.  
He tried to kick backwards at her, like a mule, but she wrapped her legs 
around each of his, and stood firmly on his feet.
	“Does this get you girls off?” he screamed, angrily, struggling to 
no avail.  “Why in the hell are you doing this to me?”
	He felt Megan’s hands undoing his belt.  “Because we can, and 
because we like to, love,” she said firmly.  She undid his denim shorts, 
and dropped them to his ankles.  He could feel her hands and her 
fingers against his buttocks, sliding in and out of his briefs, caressing 
his ass, scratching it lightly with her nails.  He could feel Kelly doing 
the same to his upper back.
	“You see Jack,” Megan began, pulling his briefs down around 
his ankles, hugging her breasts against his naked buttocks, “some 
women like to knit.”  He could feel her speech through her breasts, 
against his ass.  She ran a finger along the crease between his buttocks, 
inching lower and lower, finding the point between his ass and his 
testicles, playing with it lightly with her fingernail.  He gasped at the 
sensation, feeling a rush of arousal and humiliation.  All three of them 
knew that he had become rock hard.
	“Yes,” Kelly continued, and he could feel her speech against his 
body, too, “and some women like to cook.”  She scratched his back 
lightly with her nails, holding him firmly between her legs, looking at 
Megan, smiling naughtily.
	Megan stepped over his shorts and briefs, which were around 
his ankles, between his legs.  He could feel her leg against his ass, her 
fingers still just below his testicles.  She pulled her leg back, tightening 
the slack in his shorts and underwear, and wound them around her 
ankle once, twice.  His feet were forced closer together, and they were 
stuck in his shorts and briefs.  Megan had restrained Jack’s legs in his 
own clothing.  He could feel her leg between the two of his.
	He could feel her bend forward, her body against his legs and 
ass.  He felt her hands on his foot, taking off one of his tennis shoes.  
Megan stood back up, holding the shoe, smiling at Kelly.
	“And some women like to tend to their gardens,” Megan said, 
and hit Jack in the ass with his shoe.  He bucked and thrashed, angrily 
trying to break free, but Kelly held his head firmly between her legs, 
and his hands behind his back, and Megan had restrained his legs, 
holding his feet against the floor, keeping her foot entangled in his 
shorts and briefs, planting her foot steadily on the floor between his 
two.
	As Megan continued to beat his ass roughly with his own tennis 
shoe, Kelly said “You see, Jack, it’s a hobby, really.  We love to beat 
the shit out of men.”
	“And humiliate them,” Megan continued, beating him still, as 
he struggled.
	“And crush them,” Kelly said, her voice thick.
	“And squish them,” Megan said, hitting his ass as she said 
“squish.”
	“And force them to pleasure us,” Kelly said, clamping down 
harder on his head and neck, her hands tightening around his wrists.
	“And, in short,” Megan said, beating him relentlessly, “make 
them beg.”
	“Yes,” Kelly said, and he felt her voice through her body, thick 
and aroused, “turn them into obedient little puppies.”
	“Suck slaves, really,” said Megan, continuing to beat him, as he 
heard and felt both girls laugh giddily.
	Jack’s ass was on fire.  It had turned bright red from the beating 
Megan had issued, and she threw the shoe down.  He saw it on the 
floor, behind Kelly.  Megan pushed her hands flat against his ass, 
rubbing it, causing him intense pain and arousal at the same time.  She 
began to spank him with her bare hand, causing unspeakable pain, as 
his butt was already extremely tender from being beaten with a shoe.  
He screamed from the pain and humiliation, but could do nothing to 
alleviate it.  As he began to shake from the pain of being spanked and 
beaten, Megan stopped hitting him.
	She caressed his ass with her hand, pushing it between his 
buttocks, and scratching him there with her fingernail, deep within his 
ass.  She lowered her hand, reaching below him, running her hand up 
his thigh, closing it ever so lightly around his testicles.  She moved it to 
his penis, closing it softly around his erection, hugging against his sore 
ass with her breasts.  She withdrew, suddenly, standing up behind him, 
touching him now only with her leg against his, as she held his feet 
trapped in his clothing.
	“He’s as hard as a rock, Kelly” Megan said.  “Do you want us, 
Jack?” she asked seductively.
	“Oh, good,” Kelly said, clamping her ass and thighs down on 
his head and neck, causing him to scream from the pressure.  “Let’s 
have some more fun.”
	“Yes, let’s,” said Megan, and she leaned forward, bringing her 
elbow down sharply into the small of Jack’s back.
	He screamed in pain.  “Bitches!” he shouted.
	Megan smiled at Kelly.  “Why Jack, you haven’t learned a thing 
yet.  We have a lot of work to do.”  And she brought her elbow down 
on his back again, as Kelly clamped down on him.  Megan brought her 
arm up to strike him a third time, and as she drove her elbow into his 
back, Kelly released his head and his hands, and he fell to his hands and 
knees on the floor.
	From that position, he looked hatefully up at Kelly, standing 
over him, her hands on her hips.  Suddenly, he lunged at her, ramming 
his head into her stomach.  The blow took her off guard, and did knock 
her down, but did little real damage.  Jack sustained more damage, as 
he had forgotten that Megan still had his feet bound.  After striking 
Kelly in the stomach with his head, he fell flat on his face, his feet 
entwined in his shorts, which were in turn bound to Megan’s foot. 
	Megan acted quickly, untangling her foot from Jack’s clothes, 
and instead grabbing his feet by the ankles.  She bent his feet upward, 
as she walked over and stood on his naked ass, walking on him, and 
holding his feet.  She jumped up and down on his ass, as she held his 
feet in the air, smashing his testicles against the floor in the process.
	“Are you okay, Kell?” she asked.
	“Oh, yes.  I’m quite well, dear,” Kelly answered, getting up, and 
walking back over to them.
	Jack had his hands flat on the floor, as he was trying to use them 
to push his upper body off the ground, so that he could get Megan off of 
him.  She continued to stand on him, and to jump on him.  Kelly stood 
over him now, her hands folded over her chest, looking at him 
scoldingly.
	“It’s going to be such a pleasure to turn you into an obedient 
little puppy,” she said.
	“Fuck you,” he returned, still trying to get Megan off of him.
	Kelly smiled, sadly, and quickly lifted her foot off the floor, and 
brought it down hard, stomping on Jack’s hand, which had been flat on 
the floor.  Jack screamed in pain, and withdrew his hand, falling to his 
chest, as Megan continued to stand on his butt and lower back and to 
hold his legs in the air.  Kelly had broken at least two of his fingers, and 
the pain was unspeakable.
	Megan stepped off of him, onto the floor, and Kelly reached 
down, gently but forcefully taking his broken hand by the wrist.  “You 
see, Jack, what happens when you are obstinate and disobedient?”  She 
smiled at him sadly, and smirked wickedly at Megan.
	“Fuck you, bitch,” he groaned.
	Kelly shook her head, sadly, and took his broken hand in hers, 
squeezing it ever so lightly, not letting him pull it away.  She slowly 
increased the pressure of her squeezing on his broken hand, until he 
was screaming, thrashing about on the floor to break free.  She released 
his hand, eventually, once he had gotten the message that it would be 
her decision as to if and when, and not his.
	He lay on the floor, nude from the waist down, holding his 
broken hand against his chest, trying to keep his eyes on the two 
women.  They stood over him, looking down at him, exchanging 
glances with one another.
	“This must be very humiliating for you,” Megan said, 
sympathetically, but with a nasty smirk on her face.
	“Yes, most embarrassing, I should think,” Kelly added.  “Being 
beaten up by two pretty little women, laying on the floor in fear, 
waiting to see what they will do next, unable to stop them.”  She smiled 
gleefully at his predicament.
	“And there must be a lot of pain, too,” Megan added, sadness in 
her voice, but that nasty, knowing smile on her lips.
	“Yes,” Kelly said.  “Terrible.  Bruised tummy and chest from 
kicks and punches, your ass beaten raw by your own shoe and by the 
bare hands of a beautiful woman much smaller than you.”
	“Oh,” Megan joined in, “and repeated blows to your testicles.  
Broken hand under the foot of a woman you picked up in a bar.  That’s 
a lot of pain and humiliation.”  She smiled hungrily.
	Jack didn’t say anything, and Kelly sat on the floor, next to his 
head.  He was still face down, but she took his head by a handful of 
hair, and lifted it up so she could see into his eyes, and he into hers.  
She moved her face closer to his, and he was reminded how beautiful 
and feminine she was.  She smiled in mock sympathy, pulling tighter 
on his hair, and said, “We’re just getting started, darling.”  She looked 
at the fear and anger in his eyes, and she laughed in his face.  He could 
feel her breath as she laughed.  He could hear Megan laughing from 
above, as well.
	Kelly turned his head by the hair, turning his face toward the 
ceiling, until he had no choice but to roll over on his back.  As he rolled 
over, he saw Megan taking off her jeans.  She had lacy red panties on, 
and she had beautiful legs, long and very toned.  Megan lay down on 
the floor next to him, and slipped one of her legs under his back.  Kelly 
took his head forcefully, and slid her lap underneath it, propping the 
back of his head against her tummy, and crossing her legs, below his 
chin, holding him in place very firmly, resting her hands lightly on top 
of his head.  Megan propped herself up on one elbow, and swept her 
other leg over his body, settling it on his stomach.  She adjusted the leg 
below him so that it was under the small of his back, beneath his 
stomach.
	Megan looked into his eyes.  Kelly held his head propped up in 
her lap, her legs crossed beneath his chin, forcing him to look forward.  
He could see Megan looking at him, and he could see her legs above 
and beneath his body.  Megan used her arms to pull Jack’s body in tight 
and full against her, so that his side was firmly against her crotch.  She 
stretched her legs out straight, looking to make sure he was watching 
her, seeing her legs.  She bent her legs slightly, and wrapped her ankles 
together.  One firm inner thigh was flush with the small of his back, 
and the other was flat against his stomach, and his side was snug 
against her crotch.
	Looking into his face, she slowly straightened her legs, 
contracting her thighs against him, flattening his stomach.  At first, he 
wriggled in discomfort.  Kelly held his head and shoulders still.  Megan 
had only straightened her legs.  She had not applied any pressure to 
him.  She took his hand, his good one, and rubbed it along her leg, 
letting it rest on the smooth, silky hip which was above his stomach.  
Kelly stroked his hair, gently, holding his head firmly propped against 
her tummy, surrounded by her legs.  Megan noted that his erection had 
persisted, if not increased.  She could feel the tip of his hard penis 
against the bottom of her leg.
	Holding his hand on her hip, she began to squeeze him between 
her legs, increasing the pressure, slowly, steadily.  He tried to escape, 
tried to get some leverage, but he could not.  Megan held his lower 
body firmly between her beautiful legs, and Kelly held his head steadily 
in place.  His legs were free, but he could reach no one with them, and 
could not get enough leverage to outmatch Megan and Kelly.  He began 
to moan, and then to scream, as Megan slowly, patiently increased the 
pressure of her squeeze, looking always directly into his eyes.  He felt 
the muscles in her leg with his hand, as she held it firmly against her.  
He felt the power of her legs squeezing against his back and stomach.  
He felt the pressure against his side as he was forced into her crotch.  
She felt it too, as well as his penis throbbing against her leg, and it 
made her hot.  She continued to squeeze him tighter and tighter.
	His breathing grew labored, and he used all of the energy he 
could muster to hold his stomach firm, to keep Megan from contracting 
her legs any further.  Jack struggled to the best of his ability, but Megan 
and Kelly were patient.  They held him still, watching him, letting him 
watch them, feel them, squishing him.  Megan studied the feel of his 
stomach between her legs, and she felt when he rested his stomach 
muscles.  It was inevitable.  He could not resist forever.  Whenever he 
took a slight rest, she squeezed him, contracting his stomach more and 
more, holding him tighter and tighter within her thighs, forcing him to 
resist constantly, taking advantage of even the slightest attempt on his 
part to rest.
	He screamed from the pain, weakened from the pressure and the 
lack of breath he was being forced to sustain.  Eventually, the women’s 
patience paid off, as he became exhausted, and could no longer resist 
the pressure with his stomach muscles.  Megan clamped down on him 
mercilessly, then, envisioning his helpless internal organs contracted 
between her legs.  She savored the feel of his soft, helpless stomach 
between her powerful legs, relished the sound of his screams, became 
electrified at the feel of his helpless body forced flush against her 
crotch and his erect penis against her leg.  
	She watched the fear and helplessness in his eyes, the tears she 
was forcing from him, watched his hand struggle ineffectually against 
her muscular legs.  She came in her panties, her sex clamped tightly 
against his soft, defenseless middle.  As she came, she clamped down 
on him with all the force she could muster, feeling her powerful legs 
have their way with his squishy, beaten body.  She shook him roughly 
between her legs as she orgasmed, using his body for her pleasure 
without thought to his plight.
	When she finished, she loosened her grip on him, still holding 
him firmly, but no longer crushing him.  Kelly was stroking his hair 
gently, wiping his tears, whispering softly in his ear, adding to his 
humiliation.  She released his head, and set it gently on the floor.  
Megan got up, too.  They stood above him, looking down on him.
	Kelly smiled.  “Poor Jack.  Poor little slave.  So weakened.  And 
we have so much left in store for you.”
	Megan laughed, and said sadly “I hope he survives.”
	Kelly laughed, too.  “Whatever,” she said.  “It’s my turn, now.”
	Jack struggled weakly to get up and move away from them, but 
Megan walked over to him, and placed her bare foot firmly on his 
throat, pinning him to the ground, preventing any further movement.  
Kelly lay down next to him, lifting his body, and sliding one of her 
smooth, strong legs under his upper back.  She swung her other leg over 
his chest, resting her knee on him.
	Megan sat behind his head, lifting it off the floor by the hair.  
She hooked one of her legs around his head, forcing his neck firmly 
against the crook between her upper and lower leg, so that his chin was 
on the side of her knee.  She brought her other knee firmly against the 
back of his head.  She pressed the back of his head with her knee, 
choking him against her other leg.  She drew her knee back slightly, 
allowing him to breathe.  He understood his position, and did not 
struggle.  She held her knee against the back of his head, so that it was 
propped up, forcing him to watch Kelly.
	Kelly kicked off her shoes, and locked her ankles together.  She 
pulled the side of his chest in close against her crotch.  His face was 
mere inches from her thigh, and he could see her legs working as she 
began to squeeze his chest between them.  She watched his face, almost 
with curiosity, as she increased the pressure on his chest.  He began to 
moan from the pain, and to wriggle nervously as she squeezed him.  
Megan choked him briefly, with her leg, reminding him of his position.  
He flailed his uninjured arm about, but Kelly caught it by the wrist.  
She loosened her thighs, and slid his arm in between them, next to her 
crotch.  She pulled his body in tight, trapping his arm against her 
crotch, and she locked her legs around him, around his chest and his 
arm.
	She watched the pain in his face as she crushed his chest 
between her legs, and she felt great arousal as he struggled to withdraw 
his arm against her.  His struggles only intensified her arousal, causing 
her to squeeze him tighter.  His screams and his tears only turned her on 
more, driving her to squeeze him harder and harder.  
	“Beg me to stop,” she said.  
	He trembled, fearfully, but said nothing.
	She smiled, nastily.  She could feel his body, his ribs, between 
her legs, his arm struggling desperately against her.  Kelly crushed him 
mercilessly between her lovely, feminine legs.
	“Please, please, stop!” he shouted, sobbing.  “I beg you!” he 
cried.  She ignored him.  She had won.  He had begged, and she would 
squash him anyway.  She reached a crashing orgasm, crushing him 
roughly all the while, coming as she broke one and then two of his ribs 
between her thighs.  When she finished, she lay on her back, with the 
big, handsome man laying loosely between her legs, his breathing 
labored, his moans desperate, tears streaming down his face.
	Megan released his head, letting it fall to the floor.  Kelly 
released him, as well, and both women stood.  They smiled at one 
another, and looked down at Jack, who lay on his back, whimpering, 
watching them.  His penis was still rock-hard.  The women began 
slowly removing the rest of their clothes, until both were completely 
nude.  They watched him, watching them.  Kelly ran her hands up and 
down her legs, and Megan pressed her palms against her breasts, 
looking down at him.
	Megan sat down on his soft, weak stomach, straddling him.  
Kelly stood back, towering over him.  Megan lay down flat on her 
stomach, her naked breasts against his chest, causing him to moan in 
discomfort, as she agitated his broken ribs with her soft, firm breasts.  
She stretched her legs, feeling her feet against his legs.  She placed her 
elbows on his shoulders, and bent her face down close to his, looking 
into his eyes, breathing on his face, brushing away his perspiration and 
tears.  She felt his erection against her tummy, his chest against her 
breasts.  She spoke to him, and her voice was soft, and thick, and he 
could feel her breath on his face and the vibration of her speech in her 
breasts and in her stomach, against his erection.
	“Now you begin to see, lover.  We own you.  You exist for our 
pleasure.  What we desire, you desire.  You know no purpose but to 
obey us, to satisfy us.  You are crushed.  We have beaten you.  A big, 
handsome man.  Crushed, humiliated, beaten, crying, begging at the 
feet of two smaller women.  And still you want us.  Now more than 
ever”
	She stood up, looking briefly at Kelly, then down at Jack, her 
arms folded across her naked breasts.
	Kelly walked around him, and kneeled on the floor, behind his 
head.  Megan walked over and kneeled between his legs, spreading 
them apart with her feet, expecting and receiving compliance.  Kelly 
leaned forward, allowing her breasts to touch his face, softly.  Megan 
lay on him, her head on his soft, defeated stomach, her breasts on his 
penis.  She took his erection between her breasts, and moved, rocked, 
slowly, slightly.  She watched the arousal in his body.  Kelly lay more 
firmly on his face, encircling his head with her arms, pushing him into 
her breasts, licking, then biting his body with her mouth, letting him 
feel her hair on his chest.  Megan hugged her firm breasts against his 
erect penis, her head, her hair lightly resting on his stomach.  They 
could feel his arousal, Kelly could feel him moan from within her 
breasts.  She alternated hugging them lightly against his face, and 
pressing down more firmly, sealing them over his face, feeling him 
struggle beneath her breasts for air.
	When she felt that he was about to reach orgasm, Megan lifted 
her body off of him, instead holding his testicles lightly with her hand, 
playing softly with the base of his penis with her fingers.  As he came, 
Kelly pressed herself firmly over his face, depriving him of air, forcing 
him to struggle for breath as he orgasmed onto his own stomach.  Even 
after he finished, Kelly held him tight against her for a moment, not 
allowing him to breathe.  Finally, she released him, and he gasped for 
air, his breathing still labored from broken ribs and crushed, strained 
muscles.
	Kelly crawled across his body, rudely walking on his beaten, 
broken chest with her hands and knees, settling on his stomach.  She 
planted her butt firmly on his stomach, straddling him, allowing his 
puddle of come to get all over her ass.  He moaned from the weight on 
his stomach.  His muscles were still exhausted, and any pressure easily 
defeated him.  Kelly straddled him, her back to his face, facing Megan 
who still knelt between his knees.  Megan got up, and settled down on 
Kelly’s lap, straddling her, facing her, touching her breasts against 
Kelly’s.  Kelly straddled Jack, her ass pressed firmly against his 
stomach, with Megan on top of her, adding weight against Jack’s 
vulnerable middle.  Kelly could feel his soft, defenseless stomach give 
way beneath her butt as she straddled him.
	He screamed and cried from the pain.  Kelly leaned back on her 
hands, using his chest for support, pressing her hands against his broken 
ribs, laughing as he screamed.  The women looked into each other’s 
faces, smiling with power and arousal, and kissing one another hotly on 
the mouth.  They caressed and kissed one another’s breasts, running 
their hands over Jack’s body and each other’s.  Jack continued to 
scream, as their weight crushed his defenseless tummy, squishing him, 
hurting him.  His screams heightened their arousal, as they sat on him, 
kissing one another, Kelly feeling Jack’s stomach give between her 
legs, using his chest to lean on, letting him feel the full effects of his 
defeat and humiliation.  
	As Jack continued to scream and cry, Megan reached behind her 
back with one hand, finding his testicles, and massaging them softly in 
her hand, as she kissed Kelly, straddling her, sitting on her lap, crushing 
this man beneath them.  Jack was erect quickly, as Megan held him in 
her hand, playing with him while she kissed Kelly’s naked breasts.  
Kelly kissed the top of Megan’s head, straddling Jack, leaning back on 
him, feeling herself between Megan’s legs as Megan sat on her lap, 
seeing Megan suck her breasts.
	Kelly screamed as she reached orgasm against Jack’s stomach.  
Megan moaned as she came while sitting on Kelly’s lap, straddling her.  
She continued to play softly with Jack’s testicles and his erect penis.  
When he reached orgasm, she allowed him to come on her ass, which 
was mere inches away from his organ.
	Kelly laid down on Jack, the back of her head on his neck, her 
shoulders against his chest, her ass still on his stomach.  Megan lay 
down on top of Kelly, facing down, embracing her, resting her head 
upon Kelly’s breast.  They lay there in that manner for several minutes, 
recovering, using Jack’s body to recline on, letting him feel the weight 
of them on his body, using him.  He struggled to be still, to breathe 
quietly, not to moan from the pain, hoping that they would be merciful 
and not hurt him any more
	After several minutes, the women rose, Megan standing on the 
floor between his legs, Kelly towering over him, with one foot on either 
side of his head, looking down at him.
	“Still with us, are you, my sweet?” Kelly asked him, smiling 
meanly.
	He said nothing, and she put a foot lightly on his chest, in the 
area she suspected where one of his ribs was broken.
	He screamed and said quickly, “Yes!”
	“Yes, what?” Kelly asked.
	“Yes, still with you,” he answered.
	He felt Megan step lightly on his testicles, pressing them against 
the floor just slightly.  He could not see her, as Kelly stood above his 
head, looking down into his face.  He heard Megan’s voice, though, as 
she maintained light pressure on his testicles with her foot.  “Do you 
wish to upset us, my love?”
	“No,” he answered quickly.
	“Do you wish to show us how good and obedient you are?” 
Kelly added.
	“Yes,” he answered.
	“Good boy,” Megan said.  “You will address us as ‘Mistress,’ as 
in ‘Mistress Kelly,’ or ‘Mistress Megan,’ or ‘my Mistress.’”  She curled 
her toes around his testicles and increased the pressure on them ever so 
slightly.  “Is that understood?”
	“Yes, Mistress,” he answered immediately.
	“Good boy,” said Kelly.  “Now, I want you to lick me,” she 
said, sitting down on his face with authority, his body behind her.  “I’m 
dirty.  Clean me.”
	“Yes, Mistress,” she could feel him say, against her ass.
	Megan sat down to watch, straddling the soft, fleshy stomach 
she had so defeated earlier.  She knew that she caused him great pain as 
she sat, and that she further constricted the already-limited space he had 
available for breathing.  The squishy feel of his stomach and abdomen 
beneath her was intoxicating.
	“Good little slave.  Do a good job, and I’ll allow you to 
breathe,” Kelly told him. She felt him licking her, and she moved her 
ass around on his face, allowing him to lick her entire ass clean, and 
also allowing him brief moments to gasp for air each time she shifted 
her weight to another part of her butt.  Eventually, she settled in with 
one cheek on either side of his nose and mouth, swallowing his face 
into her ass.
	“Lick deeper, little suck slave,” she said.  “Satisfy me quickly, 
and stick your tongue into my ass, or you’ll never feel breath in your 
lungs again.”  She could feel him quickly struggle to oblige, as she had 
completely sealed off his nose and mouth with her buttocks.  She used 
her hands to pull them apart, pressing her body down more and more 
firmly on his face.  “Stretch that tongue, darling,” she said, reaching 
down between his legs, pulling a handful of his hair.  “I want your 
tongue up my ass.”
	She came again, feeling him struggle to breathe, as he tried 
desperately to stretch his tongue as deeply into her ass as he could.  She 
was sitting on this strong, handsome man, whom she and Megan had 
beaten and humiliated.  She was sitting on his face, preventing him 
from breathing, as he obediently stuck his tongue far into her ass, 
because she had told him to do so.  How could she not orgasm?  After 
she came, she loosened her position on his face, scooting back, and 
ordering him to lick her clean, which he did.  Then she scooted back, 
onto his neck, allowing herself to feel him choke against her, and gasp, 
and then she got up.  Kelly knew Megan had been patient, but she 
needed to be cleaned, too.
	As she stood, Kelly said quietly, “Thank me.  Now.”
	“Thank you, my Mistress,” Jack quickly said.
	Megan had gotten hot just watching Kelly use Jack, and feeling 
him between her legs.  She now arose, and Kelly took her place on 
Jack’s stomach, sitting down roughly, bouncing up and down a few 
times, to make him beg her to stop, which he did.
	Megan walked over, standing above his head, saying “I’m afraid 
you came on my ass, Jack.”
	“I’m sorry, Mistress Megan,” he said, fearfully.
	She settled to her knees on his shoulders, pinning them to the 
ground, facing Kelly.  “That’s all right, my little puppy,” she said, 
looking at Kelly.  She reached behind her back, lifting his head by a 
handful of hair, pressing his face to her ass.  “You can just clean me, 
and then I’ll not be angry with you,” she said.
	As she held his head off the ground, with his shoulders pinned 
beneath her knees, Megan put her feet underneath his head, and then let 
go of his hair.  She shifted her weight, sitting downward on his head, 
and forcing his face into her ass with her feet.  She leaned on his 
broken chest with her hands, using him, letting him feel himself being 
used all over his body.  
	“Now lick,” she said, knowing he could hear her, and feel her 
voice reverberate through her ass against his face.  He obeyed, licking 
and kissing her ass as she had commanded.  She pressed his face firmly 
against her ass, swaying her hips, making him move his head along 
with her, as she kept his head clamped against her bottom.  She allowed 
him a short breath occasionally, and he obediently licked her ass for 
about half an hour, until she stood up, dropping his head to the floor as 
she withdrew her feet.
	Kelly stood up, as well, and walked over to stand next to 
Megan.  Jack looked up at them, flat on his back, fearfully.  Two nude, 
beautiful women who had defeated him completely.  He feared them.  
He loved them.  He belonged to them, for as long as they wanted.
	“What have you learned this evening, my love?” Kelly asked 
him, looking down at him on the floor.
	“That I am inferior, Mistress,” he said.  “That I am your slave, 
Mistresses.”
	“Good,” Megan said.  “What else?”
	“That you have all of the power, and that I have none,” he said, 
praying that they would approve of his answer.
	“What is your deepest desire, my sweet?” Kelly asked him 
firmly, her arms folded.
	“Your approval, my Mistresses.  Your contentment is all that 
matters.”
	Megan smirked, looking at Kelly from the corner of her eye.  
“Good.  Now show us your obedience.  Show us what you have learned.  
Get on your knees, and kiss our feet.”
	Jack quickly struggled to his knees at their feet, using his good 
hand to help support his broken, beaten body.  He stooped to kiss 
Megan’s foot.  She placed her other foot on his back, and Kelly placed 
a foot on his back, too, next to Megan’s.  He continued to kiss Megan’s 
foot, until she said, “And Mistress Kelly’s.”
	He moved to kiss Kelly’s foot, and she let him, leaning her 
weight onto his back, reminding him of his position.  She curled her 
toes upward, off of the ground.  “Suck the toes, little slave,” she said 
gently, but firmly.  He immediately obliged, lovingly sucking each toe 
on her foot, until she said “Suck the next one,” at which time he 
quickly moved on to the next toe, sucking each until she told him to 
take the next into his mouth.
	“Good,” Kelly said eventually, after he had sucked her smallest 
toe to her satisfaction.  “Now your mistresses must sleep.  Lie on your 
back again, my love.”
	He quickly did as he was told.  Kelly lay down, facing 
downward, her lower body stretched out on the floor, her breasts and 
shoulders on his chest, her face and soft hair on his neck, below his 
chin.  “If you move or make a sound to wake us, we will be most 
displeased, and will have no choice but to beat you soundly,” she 
whispered against his neck.  She felt him tense and struggle to be quiet 
and still as she put weight on his broken ribs and breathed slowly on his 
chest, her hand resting lightly on the side of his face.
	Megan lay down, as well, also facing down, spreading his legs, 
putting hers between them, resting her breasts on his again-erect penis, 
her soft head on his stomach, her hands and arms lightly on his 
midsection.  She breathed deeply, allowing him to feel the motion of 
her chest heaving with breath against his body.
	They lay in this fashion for half an hour, letting him feel them 
breathe against him, feel the air from their mouths, feel the heave of 
their breasts, feel their soft bodies weight on his pained and broken 
chest and stomach.  Megan felt his erection between her breasts, and 
Kelly felt his sincere efforts to be still, and to breathe quietly.  They had 
defeated him completely.  He accepted this ultimate humiliation, 
struggling desperately to be still so as not to displease them.
	Kelly knew he would never sleep this way.  His incredible, 
relentless pain and arousal would not allow it.  Taking mercy on him, 
she quietly, gently moved her hand up from the side of his face, 
covering his mouth, pinching his nose closed.  Both women felt him 
struggle, slightly for breath, as he continued to make every effort to be 
still.  Kelly held her hand firm, secure that she knew what was best for 
her beaten little slave.  She held her hand over his mouth and nose until 
he fell unconscious from lack of breath, then she moved her hand back 
to the side of his face, feeling his labored breaths, curling her head 
softly against his neck.  Megan relaxed as well, settling her nude body 
comfortably against him.
	In the morning, when they awoke, Kelly thought sleepily, she or 
Megan would again render him unconscious, probably squeezing him to 
sleep with their legs wrapped around his head.  They would put him in 
his car, and drive him home, and put him in his bed.  They would call 
an ambulance for him, and then they would leave, coming back home 
to nap.  Tomorrow was Saturday.  They could go out again tomorrow 
night.  Perhaps find another handsome young man, or perhaps two.  
Kelly made a mental note to bring the bottle of Jack Daniels with them, 
and to leave it on Jack’s night stand when they brought him home.  He 
might find it useful during his recovery.  She drifted off to sleep, resting 
peacefully on the man she had helped to beat into obedience and 
submission.