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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. A tender tableau 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-force 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.
Ella held the head of her punk-bitch in both hands as she squirmed on
the end of the rubber pork-piece as it rubbed up against her swollen
clit. The punk had to concentrate to keep his balance as Ella abused
his throat with all her might. Driving down on the mock meat as it met
its end. It could go no further, still, the recoil gave a varied
pleasure to her richly quivering clit.
Ella made good on the promise (spoken or not) every punk gives his
dominator: she would have her pleasure at any cost. With wanton
disregard for the bitch's safety she mounted his face and began
monkey-humping the punk while kneeling on his shoulders. Valiantly she
wielded her authority with every contemptuous buck-thrust of her
writhing body as it danced on the vanquished face of her minion as he
forfeited his last dash of humanity.
Cunt-fucked and conquered the bitch nonetheless continued his
balancing act. Purged of any pretense at autonomy, he gleefully
yielded his pain to her pleasure, happy to acknowledge the truth: he
was nothing. She'd consumed him. She'd appropriated his existence.
The conquering female's inner self exploded in a hail of sensations
some physical, some not. The satisfaction of her body melded with the
satisfaction of a job well done. She obliterated the male mindset of
her bitch with the overwhelming dominance of the all-powerful Female.
The transcendent SHE.
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 grateful 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. His humiliation gave way to exultation at her victory
over him and the total condemnation of his being that her triumphant
climax represented.
Ella got an inch or two of play to work with and began humping her
punk's throat. Long driving thrusts to give Joe a feel for taking the
big meat properly. 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. His ass and head hung over
opposite 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 anyone who took him. The
anyone who made him hers. Anyone who wanted to own 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 that
time. He'll get used to it. Won't ya, punk?" Barb added with a smile.
Joe smiled back, "Yes, I will."
"Enough talk. I have to clean "Punk Ass Bitch" so kneel over here,
punk ass." Barb said, and that's what the punk ass bitch did.
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