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Joe noticed two things as he entered Ella's office, a beach towel was
spread out on the floor and a similar towel was spread over her desk
He sensed that he was in for something new.
"Joe, take off your clothes and lay face down on the towel." Ella
said, standing naked." I'm going to give you a massage."
Barb told Joe that this was how they started with the "Dork". The
night they punked him.
He obeyed Ella. Hoping she was being honest with him here. He didn't
see a dildo anywhere. That was good, he thought.
Joe lay down. Ella quickly slid over him. Grasping his neck in the
full nelson hold. She wrapped her legs around his tightly. He was
caught.
"Isn't this cozy, Joe?"
"Yes." Said Joe sheepishly.
Ella tightened her hold. Joe got a quick lesson in combined physics
and anatomy. One thing that let Ella convince him that Barb's story
was bogus was that he figured no matter how well Ella latched on to
the Dork he could have always stood up and smashed Ella against the
wall or otherwise could have rolled her over on his back. Joe was
mistaken.
As Ella tightened her grip on his legs she also pulled them out at
right angles to his body into the splits. Joe registered pain along
every ligament from the top of his leg to below his knees. Thus the
anatomy lesson. There were many more ligaments involved than Joe was
aware of at first. Pain aside, he was unable to roll at all much less
stand up. That was his physics lesson. Though he may have more pure
leg strength than Ella that strength could not be summoned in the
direction that Ella pulled his legs. Nor could he match her range of
motion and flexibility. He was at her mercy.
"Relax, Joe. I won't hurt you. As long as you don't fight it."
Joe tensed. "Don't fight what?" He thought!!??!!
Ella began flexing, stretching Joe's body in the process. She ground
her hips into Joe's ass and her wetness dripped onto him and down his
ass cheeks and scrotum. He could feel a wet warmth seep into his
asshole. If she meant to take him he would be well lubed.
"Doesn't this feel good, Joe? Haven't I always treated my bitch well -
made you feel good?"
"Yes, Ella."
"That is why it is so difficult to understand your behavior, Joe. I
need to teach you a lesson, bitch. You need to understand I control
you. Literally."
"Yes, Ella."
"Joe, you are going to get punked. You know that, right?"
"Yes, Ella."
"Be good and it won't hurt. I promise."
"I'll be good, Ella."
"Alright."
Ella, got up. She got the dildo from a file drawer and began rubbing
it along her crotch, getting it wet.
"Kneel, Joe. My dear punk bitch. Kneel on the towel."
Joe knelt. Waiting.
"You're going to take it in the face from me, Joe. We'll leave your
ass for later, bitch, okay?"
Joe was silent. He thought she was speaking rhetorically.
"Joe..?"
"Okay." He conceded.
Once Ella was satisfied with the wetness of the dildo she placed the
tip in Joe's open mouth and gave it a gentle shove.
"Hold it there, Joe."
The thing protruded seven or eight inches out of Joe's mouth. Ella
calculated something. She got into a pair of platform heels.
"There that should do it. That's about right."
She strapped herself onto the dildo. The heels giving her just the
right height to fit with the section sticking out of Joe.
"Ready, bitch? Put your hands on my hips. My hips - here on the side -
not my ass, you cock eating punk."
She lifted up on the toes of one foot, as though kick starting a
motorcycle, and came down on the rubber cock driving it into her punk
bitch's throat with a swift thrust as her weight remained on the balls
of her feet. The cock still had an inch or two till the hilt was gone.
It filled the bitch's throat already.
She looked down at Joe, stroking his head with tenderness. She had
expected him to flinch or get skittish, but he took it like a pro. She
was proud of her bitch.
It was a picture perfect scene belonging on one of those commemorative
porcelain collectibles.
Joe looked up gratefully at his conquering queen. She was so kind, he
thought He could see the pride her eyes as tears of gratification
welled in his own. He had remembered what beautiful Barb had told him.
Don't panic. Just relax and breathe. Blessed Barb she really did look
out for him. Her and Ella alone. His twin goddesses.
Ella looked down now with an expression that alerted him. It said
"Just a little more bitch and the worst is over."
With that she got on her tip toes and came down full on the face of
her obedient punk bitch. The cock now fully penetrated the bitch's
oral cavity down through the esophagus. The face bore the brunt of her
weight as she worked her pussy into the end of the toy. She was
masturbating.
Juice spilled over the cock end on to the bitch's cheeks and chin as
Ella got her first orgasm out of the way.
"Very good, bitch. I've taught you well. If you had shown this quality
of obedience before I may have spared you this humiliation."
Joe blinked the tears from his eyes and tried to silently convey that
he knew he brought it on himself. She was too good to him if anything.
Ella managed to find an inch or two of play to work with and began
humping her punk's throat. Joe was joyous to be able to accommodate
Ella. He felt validated. He was a true bitch. Now a punk. He showed
his willingness to obey her every command.
She wasn't finished.
She unstrapped herself and led Joe to her desk, cock still in his
throat. The bitch had to keep his head tilted back so Ella guided him
to lay down across her desk face up. Both his ass and head hung over
the edges of the desk. Ella twisted the cock around and strapped
herself in again.
"Now that we're warmed up, bitch, let's get to work."
Joe was eager to prove himself worthy of her training as he looked up
at her fine ass from his upside down vantage point.
Ella stood face-fucking her punk from a standing position. Vigorously
thrusting the plastic cock at her petite yet powerful hips into his
mouth with all her weight and pulling it out again with great
rapidity.
Joe chuckled to himself as he heard the sounds coming from this
action. It was just as Barb said it was funny sounding. Barb was so
good to let him know what to expect. He got a little emotional
thinking about her now.
Joe realized as he chuckled that it created a slight resistance to
Ella's thrust and Ella gave a moan of pleasure at this. The resistance
felt good on her clit. Joe now deliberately tightened and released his
throat muscles to enhance Ella's pleasure.
"Oh, you fucking punk ass bitch! You are a natural. Keep it up, punk.
It feels so good! Make me proud. Make me cum. Punk."
A force pulled Joe's head downward slightly. It was wonderful Barb.
Sitting naked in the chair before him she reached out her lovely foot
and pushed her lovely toes against his forehead. Joe couldn't wait to
be able to bow before Barb and paint those beautiful toe nails for
her. Look - he thought to himself with punk pride - I'm multitasking.
While I'm taking care of Ella I'm planning ahead concerning my punk
duties. Barb looked so beautiful, upside down or not.
"Didn't I tell you you'd like it once you relaxed, princess?"
"You were so right, beautiful one!" He wanted to tell her.
Barb held up another rubber cock, "See what I bought you, princess?"
She had labeled it in marker "Punk Ass Bitch" and now held it so Joe
could read it upside down.
"I put your name on it I guess you could say. Also that is what it is
used for to Punk your bitch ass. And that is what I am going to do
once I'm done lubing it up here. I am going to punk your ass, bitch."
Joe smiled. Barb was so clever. She really was so wonderful.
Barb strapped it on and went to work on Joe's punk ass.
"She is so tender to me." Thought Joe as he felt the cock slide nearly
a foot into him. His ass cheeks stretched apart as it entered him. He
heard the ligaments in his hip joint creak like old wooden floorboards
as they too were stretched.
"Watch it." Said Ella, noticing Joe's pecker throbbing wildly. "Don't
let him cum yet."
"What do you expect me to do? Let him cum. I don't care." Barb said.
"Yes." Joe thought, "Let me cum. Listen to the amazing amazon goddess,
let me cum."
Ella grabbed Joe's cock by the root and pulled herself onto the desk.
She now kneeled low over Joe's mouth while clamping her hand around
his prick and humping his face.
"This will take care of it."
Now Joe could see, not only Ella's beautiful ass, but also her feet in
her dominatrix style platform heels. Their hard wooden soles kept
clanking carelessly against the sides of his face as Ella punked his
mouth hard. This got him even more excited than ever. If not for
Ella's grasp he would have unloaded his spunk.
Ella's juice slid down her bitch's face into his open nostrils and
eyes. The punk snorted to get air while blinking his eyes wildly. Girl
jiz dripped from the punk's saturated hair onto the floor. Sex steam
filled the air.
Barb meant what she said about being gentle with Joe - after she gave
him something to compare it to. She plowed the plastic pecker deep
into her punk's ass, pounding to get it in completely with the fewest
possible strokes. Joe's ass ached. "It's my fault." He thought. "If I
were more relaxed, as I should be, it wouldn't hurt at all."
Soon Barb's hips bounced off the bitch punk's ass cheeks. She crammed
the whole thing in, packed solid. Now she backed off. She knew what
she wanted to hear and she knew how to make the punk whimper just
right.
Like a ventriloquist she thought of a sound in her mind and applied
the right pressure and -presto!- the punk moaned perfectly.
Ella was about to cum again. She knew that Joe had about a quart of
spunk backed up in his loins ready for her to release and she could
see Barb was about ready to shoot her girl goo also. She keyed on
Barb.
Just as Barb closed her eyes and began to shudder, Ella released the
punk's backlog of jism. Up it gushed in one long eruption of cotton
thick whiteness coating most of Barb's face with punk cum. Ella shot
her wad at the sight of it. The punk bitch screamed with joy, though
packed for and aft, at the sweet release. The vibration gave strength
to Ella's orgasm.
Barb opened her eyes with the first flush of spunk just in time to see
the thick clear seminal fluid that signaled the end of Joe's reservoir
wash her tits like spunk piss. She wasn't happy.
"You filthy punk bitch!" she said as she treated Joe's ass to a flying
body slam of a punking.
Joe knew he had it coming. It was all his fault. He had no right to
shoot himself on her.
"Let me help you out, Barb." Said Ella, as she leaned over and started
licking the jiz off Barb's tits and face. "Hmm. That's not so bad.
Here have a taste."
Ella engaged barb in a deep soul kiss, trading the bodily fluid of
their punk bitch between them while still both cramming him with their
punk toys.
Joe gave in to punk bliss. He was having an out of body experience.
Once he had heard of a place with supra blue gravitational fields. An
Indian thing. He couldn't remember if it was Indian Indian or American
Indian. Now he could see...he was in the deep blue neon light floating
somewhere... still feeling the precious prongs of his twin penetrators
but remotely. The signals were coming to him from far off. He saw a
celestial city of punkdom where he had the right, the privilege, and
the obligation of serving up his punk ass to the one who took him. The
one who made him hers. The one who owned him- for as long she chose to
punk his bitch ass. Namely forever.
He could hear her calling him. How beautiful. How thoughtful. She
didn't call him punk or bitch but Joe.
"Joe! Joe! Wake up!" Barb and Ella were slapping him. Shaking him.
Trying to rouse him.
"Joe, are you alright? You passed out there for a minute I guess your
air got cut off." Ella told him.
"He's okay." Barb said. "He almost got his punk wings for good though
that time. He'll get used to it. Won't ya, punk?" Barb added with a
smile.
Joe smiled back, "Yes, I will."
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