It was a cool five a.m. and the sun was just beginning to rise across the Eastern sea-facing windows. Eric could not sleep for thinking of her arrival. He knew that his life was probably about to change in some way which he could not fathom. He moved around the apartment, making last touches to the preparations that she had demanded of him. Some of them had him slightly apprehensive, but then again, she had told him that it would have to be a case of all or nothing.

She was Rachel, a tall, amazonian, beautiful black woman. He had met her six months previously at a concert and they had slept together several times since then. After their last encounter, some three months ago, she had told him that he was incapable of satisfying her unusual needs and she wanted to end the liaison. He had, contrary to his nature, asked for another chance to try and keep her happy as he particularly enjoyed their lovemaking and was curious to know what she meant by "unusual".

This had resulted in a three month period of abstinence for him with only a weekly phone call to remind him of her imminent presence. He had done everything that she had told him to, from the total abstinence to allowing her repair guy in to make those alterations in the bathroom. The only item he had had a problem with was the cocaine, but after all, she hadn't insisted that he stop.

As seven a.m. came, so did she. She knocked lightly on the door and waited for him with a faint smile playing across her dusky features. He opened the door to be confronted by her and another stunning girl of about 18 with slightly Asiatic features and long blonde hair.

"This is Misha."

Rachel walked straight past him into the apartment saying nothing else and moved around checking all the items she had requested. Once she was satisfied, she placed her leather bag on the couch and sat down, reclining gently into the leather to show off her long shapely legs.

She looked at him and said, "Eric, as of this moment, you are my property. You will do nothing except what Misha or I command you to."

He nodded in awe and Rachel smiled, knowing she had gauged him well.

"Take your clothes off here in front of us and then go and make us coffee. We both take it black with no sugar."

He hesitantly undressed and went to the kitchen to make the coffee, his heart racing.

It took him about three minutes to return from the kitchen with the two cups. As he entered the living room, Rachel was still sitting on the couch, gently holding Misha's head by the hair just above the nape of her neck. Misha was kneeling in front of her subserviently and as he stood watching in astonishment, Rachel guided Misha's face down to the soft spot between her dark thighs and gripped her blonde head gently with her knees. Misha began lapping at the silk-covered mound with long gentle strokes, the finely muscled black thighs closing around her head as she did so.

"Put it down over there, then kneel and watch!" she commanded.

Eric complied instantly, placing the cups on the table and kneeling down next to Misha's questing head. Rachel moaned softly as the supple tongue gently creased her moistening cleft and Eric was instantly hard.

Rachel pulled Misha's head away and smiled savagely, "Misha, let's get his things on, shall we?"

Misha nodded slightly and unzipped the bag. Rachel picked up her coffee and sipped leisurely on it while Misha pulled out a thick black hood and several restraints. Eric stared at the items as they came out of the bag, beginning to tremble out of both fear and excitement. Misha fastened a thick leather strap with metal rings attached to each of his arms and linked the rings behind his back with a padlock. She pulled the leather mask over his head and pulled the clasps tight so that his entire head was encased with zipped slits for the eyes and a latex opening sewn into the leather for the mouth. Then she attached another set of straps with D-rings to his ankles and nodded to Rachel. Eric could only breathe through his mouth and felt giddy at the thought of his compromised position.

Rachel stood up and, taking hold of his manacled hands guided him slowly forward until they reached the bathroom. She pulled him forward roughly and undid the padlock. Her repair man had installed two thick bolts into the wall either side of the toilet and she fastened Eric's wrists to them with two thick padlocks, forcing him to lean face down against the bowl so that his head hung suspended above it with his arms either side of the seat. It was just as well, because his legs gave way with fear at that moment. As he knelt in this position, Misha fastened his legs to floor bolts positioned about two feet apart, leaving him spread-eagled face down in a kneeling position. Rachel signalled to Misha and the girl slid off her clothes and inserted her legs between his arms and either side of the toilet seat, straddling the back of his head and forcing him down into the bowl. Her pussy was already slippery and left slick trails across the back of his mask as she rubbed against him. He began begging them to let him free and Rachel said, "if you make another sound from now on, I will flush the toilet and probably drown you."

He stopped and whimpered softly as Misha carried on rubbing her wet mound against the back of his trapped head while Rachel pulled a leather G-string over her naked hips and attached a nine inch dildo to it. She smeared a dab of lubricant onto it and then, kneeling behind him, inserted the tip into his exposed anus. "AAAAAAH," he screamed out loud. "That's your last warning," Rachel said, beginning to fuck him in earnest from behind. He gritted his teeth against the pain as she violated him and Misha continued to ride him, holding him in position for her mistress.

Rachel pounded his ass over and over with her giant cock and her orgasm began building inside her. Her shadowy thighs began to tremble against Eric and she nodded to Misha. Misha leaned back and pulled the handle, holding Eric's head firmly in between her legs. Eric screamed helplessly, then water filled the bowl and inundated his mouth as he strained against the bonds. Rachel shuddered against him, driving her erection as deep as she could, closing her eyes to focus on his gurgling screams as she came in the tight leather G-string. Misha held him steady until the water had subsided and Rachel withdrew from him, then she rose and lifted his head to check he was still breathing. He was half-conscious from the experience and could only make incoherent babbling pleas for mercy as they untied him.

Misha put a low stool in front of the toilet and the two women laid him on his back and fastened him in the same position on his back, hands and feet secured with his upturned head above the bowl. Rachel slipped off the G-string while Misha kneeled down and began sucking his cock. As he grew hard, Rachel leaned forward and, stretching the latex mouthpiece, slid a thick rubber ring in between his teeth, allowing the latex to slip back over it and secure his mouth wide open. She pulled Misha away from him and settled on his throbbing penis with a sigh. She rode him in waves, pausing only to zip his eye slits closed before sliding her wetness up and down his shaft again. Misha had her fingers in her cunt and watched eagerly as Rachel's ebony pussy repeatedly swallowed his purple, engorged cock. His back arched and his testicles shuddered as he came in huge spurts, flooding the pink insides of her vulva with gush upon gush of hot, sticky semen.

She pulled off him and swung around in one fluid movement, bringing her convulsing, shaven black snatch directly over his wide open mouth. Streams of white fluid dripped out of her pussy onto his exposed tongue and then she was upon him, locking his head between her finely muscled thighs as her cruel orgasms started. She locked her hands behind his struggling head as two preliminary spasms rocked her spine and hips hard against him. She pushed herself deep into his mouth, sealing him against her and when his tongue jerked against her in reflex, she began riding him uncontrollably, bucking against his suffocating face over and over. Her pussy contracted and flowered against his tongue, then let loose a burst of hot, golden fluid that sprayed into his mouth and throat. "OOOOHUUUNNHHH! I'm PISSING on him, Misha," she screamed. "I'm DROWNING him!" He struggled feebly to escape as Misha straddled his hips and began coming on his twitching penis staring at Rachel's blank eyes as her orgasm mixed with the fluids in his mouth, pumping her urine into his open throat. Eric kicked feebly underneath them, trying to escape futilely with his last strength. He blacked out as the two thrashed insanely above him, both urinating now. Rachel lifted off him, slapping his face, and as his tortured lungs gasped for air, Misha replaced Rachel, pushing her urinating vulva deep into his trapped mouth. He screamed again, trailing off with a faint bubbling sound as Misha wrapped her legs around his face and clung to him, wanting to feel his struggles fade as he drowned inside her. She shuddered and squirted on top of his supine form, wrenching one orgasm after another from her squirming cunt, until, with a last heave, she slid from his face.

Rachel unlocked the bolts, allowing him to flop down onto the floor, where he let out a heaving watery breath and then settled into a blurry, disoriented haze. The girls grabbed his arms and dragged him back into the living room. Rachel positioned a chair beneath the main beam in the roof and Misha stood on it, reaching up to fasten a short rope with a noose to the bolt there. Rachel connected his wrists and ankles to one bolt, trussing him securely in a reversed crab-like position. Misha slipped the noose around his neck and they heaved him onto the chair. Rachel unzipped his eye slits and looked into his terrified eyes. "Now we're gonna do the fun part", she smiled. She climbed up on the chair, straddling Eric's bound body and squatted till her eyes were level with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him with her arms so that she was mounted on his body. She smiled at Eric and without looking around said, "do it Misha!" Misha kicked the chair out from under him and he dangled from the noose, his penis jerking up reflexively into an enormous erection. Misha moved behind them and guided the throbbing cock into Rachel's wide-open pussy. "Ooooh, that's nice, baby", she cooed at his choking face. She began fucking him with round movements, each one making him swing with her weight. Misha clambered onto the chair and, hanging from the beam, manoeuvred his face in between her legs. She covered his mouth with her cunt and wrapped her legs tightly around his face, gripping him. As Rachel began thrashing against him, Misha twisted down on his face pushing his neck tightly back against the rope. As she stared at him, his neck snapped loudly and huge jets of sperm shot from his cock into Rachel's hungry sheath. Misha lost control and sprayed a short burst of piss against Eric's face and Rachel's breasts as Rachel quivered and shook on his dangling form, milking the life from him in self-gratifying spasms.

The two girls quickly dressed and wiped the apartment carefully for prints and phone numbers before Rachel took the duplicate key that Eric had made for her and locked the door behind them. The tide was in and the late morning surfers were paddling out in their threadbare rash vests to ride the back set. Rachel looked across the water at the sun catching their blond locks. "Misha, call the Nigerian and tell him that we've taken care of the first one." Misha smiled softly at her and nodded.