or: Count Delasoif
Title: Toni’s Little Bitch
Published: 21/2/04
Codes: M/F M/FF MMMMMMMM/F Oral Anal w/s Gang Reluc
Email: Delasoif@yahoo.co.uk

NB: This is another story featuring my wife. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Anyway. In this story, my wife is called Toni. She’s a sultry little thing with a body like a centrefold and long, curly brown hair. My name is Simon. I moved to America a few years ago. And we have a cat, Misty. Toni works in a popular restaurant chain who’s name I’ve replaced with that of ANOTHER popular restaurant chain. Enjoy!
 
Chapter One

	Toni came home from work in a foul mood.
	She slammed the door shut and stormed straight past.
	“What’s wrong,” I asked, slightly daunted. When Toni’s in a bad mood, it’s sometimes a good idea to run for cover. Or leave the country.
	“There’s this new girl at work,” Toni growled, pouring herself a big glass of wine. “She’s a total bitch. Snooty and stuck up and she’s been badmouthing me behind my back.”
	“How do you know that?”
	“They told me at Stevie's Bar.”
	“Oh, and of course they’re all so respectful there.”
	“Don’t start on about that. I’m not in the mood.”
	Toni stormed out of the kitchen and threw herself onto the sofa.
	I followed, flopping down beside her.
	“So what’s this new girl like?”
	Taking a sip of wine, Toni rolled her eyes.
	“Her name’s Jenna,” she explained. “She’s tall and blond and good looking. Only, like, eighteen or something. All the guys like her. But she’s a really stuck up bitch. She’s always in trouble with management.”
	“What for?”
	“She’s rude to the customers. She gets orders wrong.” Toni’s eyes narrowed. “And I can’t be sure, but I think she’s ripping off the company.”
	“Really? How could you know that?” 
	“Well, I don’t know for sure,” Toni admitted, “but since she’s started working there, one of the managers has complained about one of the tills being down at the end of the night. I swear it’s her.”
	“Could that just be because you don’t like her?”
	Toni sighed.
	“I guess. It’s just she’s been saying stuff about me, too. That annoys me.”
	“Like what?”
	“Stuff about me having a reputation and things like that. She’s just bringing up old stuff and it upsets me.”
	“It upsets me too. You know how touchy I am about people not treating you with the respect you deserve.”
	Calming down a little, Toni snuggled up to me.
	“You’re misguided, but sweet.”
	She sighed: 
	“I guess there’s not much I can do about it, though.”
	“I don’t know. Have you thought about revenge?”
	“Like what?”
	“Well, what if you found proof that she’d been ripping the company off? Couldn’t you use that against her?”
	“And then what? Get her sacked? What would that prove?”
	“Oh, I don’t know,” I leant forward and kissed Toni on the lips. “I imagine you could think of something a little more imaginative than just getting this girl fired.”
	Toni’s eyes flashed.
	“Sounds interesting.”
	I kissed her again. This time, Toni opened her mouth a little more widely and I felt her sink back against the sofa.
	“How about we come up with a plan?” I suggested.
	“A plan?”
	“How about I help deliver this Jenna girl into your hands?”
	Toni sank back onto the sofa. I was lying on top of her, my hands roughly squeezing her breasts through her sweater. My lips gently nuzzled her neck.
	“Sounds interesting,” she admitted, “but let’s talk about it later.” She pushed my chest. “Get off me. I want to have a shower.”
	“I kind of like the way you smell.”
	“Very funny,” Her tiny fists beat against me. “Now get off!”
	I reached up and grabbed a handful of Toni’s hair. With one wrench, I pulled her head back sharply and kissed her fiercely on the lips.
	“Ow!” Tears sprang to Toni’s eyes. “Ow! You’re pulling my hair!”
	“I think you can wait a little longer for your shower.”
	“Quit fooling around, Simon. I‘m not in the mood… Ow!”
	I’d just bitten her on the neck. Hard.
	“What are you doing, Sly?”
	I kissed her hungrily, tasting the tears on her mouth. Toni squirmed and moaned, but couldn’t struggle out from under me.
	“Get off!”
	“Make me!”
	She kicked and struggled, but couldn’t shift me. With one hand, I held her wrists, while I unbuckled her jeans with the other.
	“How would you like to have Jenna as helpless as this?” I demanded.
	“Huh?” Toni was panting now.
	“Imagine if you had that girl you hate so much as helpless as I have you.”
	Toni licked her lips, lifting her hips to let me wrench her jeans down. 
	She moaned: “If I had that bitch pinned down, I’d make her pay for saying those things about me.”
	“Really?” I flopped Toni over, so she was on her stomach and her legs were hanging off the sofa. “What would you do?”
	“I’d beat that bitch to within an inch of her life,” Toni let me yank down her panties. “I’d make her my absolute slave and show her who’s boss.”
	Toni’s panties and jeans were bundled around her knees. Her beautiful, naked bottom was exposed to me and I parted her cheeks roughly.
	She groaned. 
	“I’d hold her down just like you’re doing to me,” Toni moaned. “And then I’d take that strap-on I’ve got and fuck her with it.”
	My fingers touched her pussy and I found it dripping wet.
	Toni’s eyes glazed.
	“I’d fuck that bitch so long and so hard, she wouldn’t be able to walk.”
	“Really? Just like I’m going to do to you now?”
	I fumbled with the buttons on my trousers. My cock sprang out, throbbing and hard. I pressed it against the wet, swollen lips of Toni’s pussy.
	As I sank my dick into her cunt, Toni chuckled wickedly.
	“Oh, I wouldn’t fuck Jenna there,” she sighed. “She’d probably like that.”
	Her hungry pussy gobbled up my cock, right up to the balls. Soon we were connected, my hips pressed hard against her ass. My cock throbbed, tightly sheathed in her moist little cunt.
	“You wouldn‘t like some of her tight little snatch?” I yanked up Toni’s sweater.
	“Oh no. I’d fuck that bitch in the ass.”
	“Really?”
	“You bet. I’d make her scream.”
	I popped Toni’s breasts out of her bra.
	“Make her scream, eh?”
	“Like a little bitch.”
	I squeezed her tits. The muscles in Toni’s pussy tightened. She started to push her hips back, trying to get as much of my hard cock inside her as she could.
	“You‘re nice and hard. I like having you inside of me.”
	I grabbed a big fistful of Toni’s hair and wrenched her head back. She screamed, tears springing to her eyes.
	“I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”
	“Oh, yeah,” Toni groaned. “Pound me.”
	I started riding her. I ground my hips against hers and then pounded my throbbing cock in and out of her hungry pussy. My hips slapped wetly against her ass.  My dick pistoned into her cunt like well oiled machinery.
	“Faster! Harder!”
	Toni’s back was arched. I wrenched on her ponytail like it was a pair of reins.
	It was angry and passionate. I was trying to dominate Toni completely with my cock. Like a wild pony, she was fighting back, trying to coax a load of sperm out of my balls and show me who was boss.
	I let go of her hair. Exhausted, Toni’s head fell forward.
	“Hey! Mmmmgh!”
	I pushed her face into the cushions.
	As Toni let out muffled screams and groans, I raised myself up and plunged my dick sharply into her cunt. From this angle, I was able to get my cock in just that little bit deeper. Enough to really make her feel it.
	“Mmmgh!” Toni’s mouth was full of cushion. “Mmmmmgh!”
	Her tight little pussy opened up under the abuse. Soon I felt her body tremble with orgasm. I pounded into her harder, faster and deeper, the sweat dripping off my body. As she shuddered and climaxed, my balls tightened.
	My fingers dug into Toni’s ass cheeks. I buried my spurting dick into Toni’s pussy and pumped spunk deep into her trembling cunt. 
	One spurt. Then another. Then a third, which made Toni groan in pleasure.
	I flopped across her back and we both lay there, panting.
	She pulled her face out of the cushions. Her hair was mussed up and her face was stained with tears.
	“Oh, wow,” my wife groaned. “I’m going to feel that for days.”
	As my cock softened, it slipped out of her pussy with a ‘plop.’
	Fresh spunk dribbled out of her abused cunt.
	“If I had that bitch Jenna here right now,” Toni murmured, “I’d get her to lick all that up.” She smiled wickedly. “I liked your revenge idea. It’s very sexy.”
	“Well,” I reached between Toni’s thighs and scooped up some of my spunk. “Why don’t we do something about it?”
	With a slutty smile, Toni licked my fingers clean.
Chapter Two
	
	Jenna turned up at the bar earlier than I’d expected her.
	She was exactly how Toni has described her. Tall and skinny, with highlighted blonde hair and a backside like a boy. She must have recognized me, too. She sauntered straight over, wiggling that non-existent little ass of hers, and sat down on the stool next to me.
	“So are you going to get me a drink?” 
	“You’re not old enough,” I warned her. “This isn’t Stevie's Bar, you know.”
	Her jaw dropped.
	“You’re English.”
	“Amazing powers of observation you’ve got there.”
	“You’re the guy who sent me that anonymous email?”
	“That’s right.”
	“The only English guy I’ve heard of is Toni’s husband. That’s you, right?”
	“Three out of three,“ I nodded. “Well done.”
	“What the fuck is going on? That email said you had important information for me. I thought it would be about a job or something.”
	“Not quite.”
	“Is Toni setting me up? Because I’ll make that bitch pay if she is.”
	I smiled wickedly. From the pocket of my coat, I pulled out an envelope.	
	“What’s that?”
	“Open it,” I told her.
	Nervously, she opened the envelope. Inside were a bunch of photos and some photocopied till receipts.
	“What’s all this stuff?”
	“It’s evidence,” I told her.
	“Evidence of what?”
	“Of fraud. You’ve been ripping Toni’s restaurant off for hundreds of dollars every week. She suspected you for a while, so we got a mini-camera and gathered enough evidence to prove it.”
	Jenna laughed bitterly.
	“So is that it? Toni didn’t like what I’ve been saying about her so she decided to get me sacked? So fucking what? I can get a job anywhere I want.”
	It was my turn to laugh.
	“Not quite, Pet.”
	“Huh?”
	“If a restaurant suspects you of fraud, they’ll sack you. But if they have proof… Hard, irrefutable proof, like I’ve got here… They’ll do more than that.”
	“What are you taking about?”
	“This is felony fraud here. This could mean two years in prison. A criminal record. You’d get kicked out of college. The works.”
	Jenna’s face went pale.
	“You’re serious.”
	“Deadly serious. If this got into the hands of the managers at T.G.I. Fridays, you’d be absolutely screwed.”
	“I think I need that drink.”
	I ordered her a shot of tequila. She downed it in one.
	“So that’s it, eh?” Jenna laughed. “I piss Toni off and she decided to ruin my life? Hardly seems fair. Half the stuff I said about her was true.”
	I laughed again.
	“You obviously don’t know Toni very well. Which is an excellent reason not to get on her bad side. But she’s not an evil bitch. Not like you, anyway.”
	“What do you mean?”
	“Toni’s nickname is The Strange Angel. And she is angelic in many ways. One such way is her gift for forgiveness. She’s willing to forgive you.”
	Jenna gulped.
	“She is?”
	“Oh, yes. Toni has infinite forgiveness. She’s willing to overlook all the nasty things you’ve said about her and give all this evidence to you. Perhaps getting caught will teach you a lesson about trying to rip people off.”
	Jenna breathed a huge sigh of relief. She reached for the folder.
	“You know, Toni’s okay. I was wrong about her. She’s actually pretty cool.”
	I pulled the file away.
	“Not yet, Jenna,” I warned.
	She looked up at me. Her blue eyes narrowed.
	“Toni is willing to forgive you. But you have to earn it.”
	“Earn it?”
	“Yes. Are you willing to go through purgatory for a week?”
	“Wait a second,” Jenna growled. “What do you mean I’ve got to earn it? What did she have in mind.”
	“You’re going to come and live with us for a week,” I explained. “As Toni’s slave. She’s going to teach you how to behave in civilized society.”
	“You must be fucking joking.”
	“It’s your choice, Jenna. You can either do what Toni says, or I can hand this file to one of the managers at Fridays.”
	“I’m not going to be your fucking slave…”
	“Her slave, Jenna. This is all about Toni.”
	“You can tell her to go fuck herself.”
	“That’s my job,” I warned her, “and I’d be careful with that tongue of yours.”
	“I’m outta here,” she laughed, sliding off the stool.
	“Well, in that case I’d better drop this folder off at Fridays.”
	Jenna paused. She waited long and hard, before eventually flopping down on the stool again.
	“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
	“Deadly serious. Toni is the most important thing in my life and I’m not going to let anybody treat her with disrespect.”
	“Well, you fucking asshole, I guess I don’t have any choice.”
	“No, you don’t.”
	“Where do we begin?”
	“Toni’s outside in the car.”
	I paid the tab and led Jenna outside. We emerged into the sunlight and found my wife leaning against our Pontiac Firebird.
	“Hey, Jenna,” Toni grinned.
	Jenna just grumbled.
	I kissed Toni. She was looking stunning. Her hair was down and she was wearing a short, light summer dress.
	Jenna glared at her sullenly.
	“So where do we begin?”
	“Well,” Toni smiled sweetly. “If you’re serious about being my slave for a week, you can begin by kissing my ass.”
	“What?”
	“Get on your knees,” Toni growled, “and kiss my ass.”
	“You must be joking.”
	“If I was joking, I’d say: A horse walks into a bar and the barman says: Why the long face? I’m not joking, Jenna. Get on your knees or get the hell out.”
	Jenna glared at the folder I was holding.
	“Okay,” she grumbled.
	Toni turned around and stuck her ass out. Then, wiggling her round little bottom, she pulled up the hem of her dress.
	She wasn’t wearing panties. Her ass was curvy and tanned.
	“Pucker up, Pet,” I told Jenna.
	“Right here? In the carpark of a fucking bar?”
	“That’s right, Babe,” Toni purred. “And hurry up. My ass is getting cold.”
	Several people were wandering past. Their eyes widened as they saw Toni, presenting her naked ass like a horny little monkey.
	“Hurry up.”
	“Okay, okay.”
	Jenna got down onto her knees. She leant forward and gave Toni a quick peck on one of her buttocks.
	“What the fuck was that?” Toni demanded. “That was the sort of kiss you’d give your grandmother.”
	“Well, what did you expect?”
	“Kiss my ass, Bitch,” Toni growled. “Kiss it like you love it.”
	She reached back and spread her buttocks. Toni’s wrinkled little asshole winked at Jenna.
	“I’m not doing that!”
	“Kiss it, Jenna,” Toni growled, “or you’ll wind up in prison kissing the ass of some big, butch dyke…”
	Wrinkling her nose, Jenna leant forward.
	Her lips met Toni’s asshole. My wife pressed her butt backwards, squashing it into Jenna’s face.
	“That’s my girl,” Toni groaned. “Use your tongue.”
	Jenna reached up and grabbed one of Toni’s buttocks in each hand. Then, spreading my wife’s ass cheeks, she set to work slurping away at my wife’s asshole.
	She humped back at Jenna’s face, biting her lip. Even I was amazed how quickly my wife started groaning.
	“Oh, wow,” Toni mumbled, grinding her asshole on Jenna’s tongue. “I’m cumming. You haven’t even touched my pussy and I’m cumming…”
	She arched her back. My wife groaned. The noise was the same thing I’d heard the night before, when I was riding her hard and fast from behind.
	Eventually, Toni pulled her butt away. There was a slurp as Jenna wrenched her lips off my wife’s asshole. She staggered to her feet, spitting and wiping her lips.
	A couple of cars hooted at they drove past. There was my wife, ramming her naked bum into some girl’s face. Little did the observers know that this girl had her tongue buried in my wife’s asshole.
	“Oh that is nice,” Toni moaned. “Your tongue‘s right up inside my ass.”
	Eventually, Toni pulled her butt away. There was a slurp as Jenna wrenched her lips off my wife’s asshole. She staggered to her feet, spitting and wiping her lips.
	Toni was unfazed. She rearranged her dress and opened the car door.
	“Come on, Slave,” my wife winked. “We’re going to pick up your stuff.”
	
Chapter Three

	A short while later, we turned up back at our apartment.
	As I locked the door, Toni gave Jenna the tour.
	“This is the living room,” she pointed towards a bundle of blankets by the radiator. “You sleep there.”
	“On the floor? Like a fucking dog?”
	“You told your parents you were going to crash with us for a few days,” Toni hissed, “so you can consider yourself crashed.”
	“I’m not your fucking pet.”
	“No,” Toni pointed out Misty, who was asleep on the sofa. “That’s my pet. And as far as it goes in this house, you’re rated as less important than her. Got it?”
	Jenna just grumbled.
	“Good girl.”
	My wife led her new slave into the kitchen.
	“This is where you’ll cook for us,” she explained. “Breakfast and dinner. And I like a nice cup of hot chocolate before bed.”
	“I’m not fucking…”
	Slap!
	Toni had just slapped Jenna on the ass. Hard.
	“Hey!”
	“You can cut out the swearing, Jenna,” Toni growled. “It’s not very classy. Everybody at work thinks you swear too much.”
	“Well they can go fuck…”
	Slap!
	“Leave my ass alone!” Jenna raised her hand, but I grabbed her wrist.
	Reluctantly, she lowered her fist.
	“If you so much as raise your voice towards my wife,” I warned, “I’ll hand this file over to the police. Got it? You break that rule and you are history.”
	“Whatever.”
	Slap! Toni pounded her on the ass again.
	“What the fuck…”
	Slap!
	“Hey…” Jenna rubbed her stinging ass.
	“You’ve got to learn to watch that mouth of yours,” Toni hissed. “So every time you swear, I’m going to give you a spank. Got it?”
	“Yeah. Right.”
	“The same goes for being insolent,” Toni growled. “I’m going to keep a tally and, every night, you’re going to get as many spanks as you deserve.”
	I pointed to the wall.
	“I even made a little chalkboard to mark them down,” I explained. “I’d better go and mark up five.”
	“But she’s already spanked me!”
	“Quite, but this is your first day. We need to get the system up and running.”
	While I chalked five little lines onto the board, Toni showed Jenna the kitchen.
	“Right,” my wife rubbed her hands. “That about finishes the tour. Welcome to your home for the next seven days.”
	“That’s it? What about the bathroom?”
	“We’ve put a lock on the bathroom and bedroom,” Toni grinned. “Sly and I both have keys around our necks. You’re not allowed in there unless we’re with you.”
	“What the fuck is that all about?”
	I marked another white line on the board.
	“I don’t want you going into my bedroom in case you steal anything,” Toni explained. “And the bathroom’s something else.”
	“What if I need to piss?”
	“We’ll explain that later.”
	Toni led Jenna into the living room.
	The surly teenager sulked. She was a pretty girl, but so moody that she had a face like a kick in the nuts.
	“Right,” Toni demanded. “Get out of those clothes.”
	“What?”
	“You’re always saying ‘what.’” Toni growled. “Are you deaf or something?”
	“I heard you perfectly well,” Jenna grumbled. “What do you mean ‘get out of those clothes?’”
	“Well, if you’re going to be my slave for a week, I don’t want you wearing clothes.”
	“You must be fucking joking.”
	I marked another line on the whiteboard.
	“I’ve already told you once,” Toni hissed. “If I was joking, I’d say a man walks into a bar and says: ‘Ouch!’ I‘m not fucking joking.”
	“I’m not going around this house naked.”
	“Yes you are, Bitch,” Toni growled. “If you’re not out of those clothes in ten seconds, I’m sending Sly off to deliver that file to whoever’s on duty at Fridays.”
	Grumbling, Jenna started pulling her sweater off.
	The sweater landed on the floor. She unbuckled her jeans and wriggled them over her hips. A moment later, she was just wearing her sports bra and panties.
	She had a pretty hot body, I had to admit. Lean and toned. The sort of body eighteen year olds have before they discover beer. She didn’t have anything approaching Toni’s curves and sexy tone, but she was good looking. 
	“Lose the panties and bra,” Toni demanded.
	“But what about him?” She jerked her thumb in my direction.
	“Nothing he hasn’t seen before,” Toni promised.
	Jenna grumbled under her breath. She unhooked her bra and her small tits popped out. She pulled down her panties and revealed a tiny, white ass and a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair.
	Toni bundled up the clothes and passed them to me. I slung them in a bin-bag and carried them through to the bedroom.
	A moment later, I was back in the living room. Jenna was shivering, her arms crossed in front of her small breasts. Toni was peering hungrily at her, licking her lips.
	“I’m cold,” Jenna growled.
	“I’m sure you are,” Toni nodded. “The heating comes on at six. Until then, you can keep yourself warm by doing some push-ups.”
	“What?”
	“That deafness acting up again? I said push-ups.”
	“Drop and give her twenty,” I told Jenna.
	Grumbling, Jenna lay on the floor and struggled to do push-ups. Toni watched, her eyes glinting.
	“While we’re at it,” she purred, watching Jenna’s shoulders as the girl’s muscles trembled, “I think we’ll add two more sins to your spanking list.”
	My wife paced around Jenna like a lion.
	“Every time you say ‘what,’ I’m going to give you another spank,” she warned. “And the same goes for every time you say: ‘You must be joking.’”
	Jenna got to five push ups. Then her arms trembled and she collapsed onto the rug. Her face red, she glared up at my wife.
	“I can’t do any more!”
	“You’re not getting up until you do twenty. Sly and I are going to sit here and watch you until you do it. Okay?”
	“But I can’t do it!” She stopped sounding like a stroppy teenager. Suddenly, she’d started sounding like a frustrated little girl.
	Toni didn’t care. She sat down next to me on the sofa and we watched.
	It took about ten minutes. Jenna’s naked body glistened with sweat as she struggled to do twenty sloppy press-ups. Eventually, her face and breasts red, she managed to finish.
	Panting, the teenager flopped up against the wall.
	“Satisfied now?”
	There was a dangerous grin on Toni’s lips.
	“Oh, I’m very far from being satisfied…”

Chapter Four

	I left the bedroom carrying a cardboard box.
	“What have you got there?”
	“Just some toys,” Toni explained. “They’re for later.”
	Carefully locking the bedroom, I flopped onto the sofa next to Toni.
	“I’m hungry,” I grinned. “What’s for supper?”
	“Steak!” Toni’s eyes flashed. “And sauté potatoes, fried in garlic butter. I’ve got all the ingredients in the fridge.”
	Toni looked up at her slave.
	“You’d better get to work, Jenna,” she hissed. “Sly uses quite a bit of protein every day, so he needs his dinner.”
	“You might as well bring us some beers first,” I suggested.
	“Good idea. Beers first and then you cook.”
	Jenna stuck out her tongue. Grumbling, she sauntered into the kitchen, wiggling her naked little ass.
	Toni glanced at me.
	“That girl’s butt is white than yours. She needs some colour.”
	“Oh, she’ll get plenty of colour,” I promised. “Especially by the time you’re finished spanking her tonight.”
	Toni grinned wickedly.
	A moment later, Jenna game back out. She was carrying two bottles of Sam Adams. Neither were open.
	“What the fuck is this?” Toni was furious. “These bottles are closed! And where are the glasses?”
	“You didn’t say you needed them in fucking glasses!”
	“What kind of waitress are you?” Toni hissed. “Get back in the kitchen and come out with glasses. And open those bottles!”
	Jenna nodded.
	“While you’re in there,” Toni shouted, “you might as well put another ten ticks on the spanking board. And one more for swearing.”
	“Eleven?” Jenna looked horrified.
	“Maybe eleven extra spanks will teach you to be a better waitress. You’ll end up getting more tips. In the long run, I’m doing you a favour.”
	The beers were delivered in glasses.
	“Good girl. Now get in there and cook.”
	Toni and I settled down to watching The Family Guy while Jenna cooked. She got a frying pan out and poured in some butter.
	Soon, it was hissing away.
	“Ow!” Jenna cried. “It’s spitting! It’s spitting all over my tits!”
	She came rushing into the sitting room. Her breasts and chest were speckled with glistening fat.
	“It’s only butter,” Toni told her. “Quit complaining. Turn the heat down. If you get sprayed with butter, it’s because you’re cooking it too hot.”
	“It hurts!”
	“It’s not hot enough to burn you.”
	“But it hurts!”
	“Get back in there and cook.”
	Grumbling, Jenna did as she was told. 
	A short while later, she set plates on the dining table and Toni and I came in to eat. We sat down and I gobbled up the steak. It was good. Because she’d turned the heat down to stop the fat from spitting, she hadn’t burnt the potatoes like I’d expected her to.
	“Hey,” Jenna grumbled. “Don’t I get any? I’m starving.”
	“Oh, of course,” Toni shook her head. “I’d forgotten.”
	She went back into the sitting room and came returned with a dog bowl.
	“What the fuck is that?”
	I leant back and added another couple of ticks to the spanking board.
	“It’s your dinner bowl,” Toni explained. “Look! It’s even got your name on.”
	Written on the side was the word: SLUT.
	Toni scooped up some steak and potatoes and slopped them into the bowl. Then she put the bowl down on the floor.
	Jenna glared at her.
	“You expect me to eat off the fucking floor?”
	I added another tick.
	Toni just tapped her toes. Eventually, Jenna dropped to her knees and reached for the bowl.
	Slap!
	Toni had just slapped her on her naked ass.
	“No hands!” My wife spat. “Do you ever see a dog eating with it’s paws?”
	“How am I expected to eat it, then?”
	“Get your face in the bowl and use your tongue. I know how talented your tongue is. You had it stuck up my ass earlier today.”
	Jenna stuck her tongue out at Toni. She dropped to her hands and knees and pushed the food around the bowl with her nose. She kept holding the bowl steady with her fingers.
	“Oh, that fucking does it!” Toni stormed back out. A moment later she returned, holding a pair of handcuffs.
	With surprising speed and strength, Toni straddled the naked teenager and wrenched her hands behind her back.
	“Ow! Ow!” Jenna cried.
	Click! Her wrists were locked behind her back.
	“There!” Toni brushed her hands. “Now eat.”
	We watched as Jenna struggled to eat. She shoved her face into the bowl and slurped up the potatoes. Then she wolfed down the steak, chasing chunks of it around the bowl.
	Finally, she was finished.
	She looked up, her chin glistening with grease.
	“Happy now?”
	“Oh, I enjoyed that,” Toni admitted. She reached over hand uncuffed Jenna.
	The teenager got to her unsteady feet and rubbed her aching wrists.
	“Okay. Now what?”
	“Do the washing up,” Toni demanded. 
	“Do I have to do that on my hands and knees?”
	“No, but you will have to pay for that tone later.” She turned to me. “Sly? Mark another spank down on the board.”
	“Aye aye, Skipper,” I nodded.
	Toni and I went back into the living room to watch TV while Jenna washed up.
	We snuggled on the sofa.
	“So, how am I doing?” Toni demanded.
	“Pretty good,” I admitted. “Although it’s rather distracting having a naked eighteen year old girl wandering about.”
	Toni’s fingers curled around my semi-erect cock, nestling in my trousers.
	“She‘s mine,” Toni warned me. She squeezed my dick. “And so’s this.”
	I kissed her. She kissed back. In fact, Toni and I were both so turned on that we started making out right there on the sofa. When Jenna finally came in, she caught me with one hand up Toni’s dress and my lips suckling on an exposed nipple.
	“I’m done,” Jenna spat, ignoring my attempts to hide my erection.
	Toni flopped her boob back into her dress and got up. A moment later she’d checked the kitchen.
	“What the hell do you call that?”
	“What do you mean?” Jenna demanded.
	“There’s melted butter all over the sideboard. And asking ‘what’ gets you another spank, young lady.”
	“Fuck you!”
	Slap!
	Toni whacked Jenna on the ass, hard. The teenager scurried back into the kitchen. She reached for the dishcloth.
	“Oh no you don’t,” my wife hissed. “If you’re going to leave that mess, you’d better learn to clean it up.” She wrenched the cloth out of Jenna’s hands. “Use your tongue.”
	“What?”
	I jotted another mark down on the spanking board.
	“It’s perfectly hygienic,” Toni promised. “Now lick that melted butter up or I’m going to beat your ass black and blue.”
	Jenna scowled, but didn’t say anything. She slurped up the melted butter off the sideboard, grimacing as she did so.
	A short while later, Toni grabbed a handful of Jenna’s long, blonde hair and dragged her into the living room.
	“Time for bed,” she said, pushing Jenna towards the pile of blankets on the floor.
	“Wait a second!” Jenna hopped from foot to foot. “I need to pee! Let me use the bathroom. And I want to brush my teeth. My mouth still tastes like your ass.” 
	“You can brush your teeth in the kitchen.”
	“You want me to piss in the kitchen too?”
	“No,” Toni shook her head. “We’ve got other ideas for that.”
	With a sigh, I got to my feet. Taking Jenna’s wrist, I led her to the front door.
	“Where are you taking me?”
	I opened the door and pushed her out.
Chapter Five

	A moment later she and I were standing on the front lawn. It was dark and cold, with dew on the ground.
	“Fucking hell!” Jenna hammered on the door. “Everybody can see me! I’m fucking naked.”
	“Actually, nobody would be looking,” I told her, “if you hadn’t just woken the neighbourhood.”
	Now, thanks to Jenna’s screaming, all the curtains on the street were twitching. They all saw that I was standing in the front yard with a naked teenage girl. But that was pretty standard stuff, being married to Toni.
	“What the fuck am I doing outside?” Jenna spat.
	“Well, you said you needed to pee,” I explained.
	“You want me to pee outside? On the lawn?”
	“Not unless you want to hold it in all night.”
	“You must be fucking joking!”
	I sighed.
	“Listen, Love,” I warned her. “You’ve already got, like, forty spanks coming to you tonight. Don’t make me add more. Just be a good little girl and pee.”
	“With you watching?”
	“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
	“Pervert!”
	“Nothing I haven’t heard before. Besides, this was Toni’s idea.”
	Jenna hopped up and down. She was shivering. The cold must have been driving her bladder crazy.
	Eventually, she gave in. trying to hide herself near the bushes, the blonde teenager squatted down and glared at me.
	A moment later, I heard the sound of running water. I turned around and saw a little puddle forming between Jenna’s thighs.
	“Euw!” She complained. “It’s splashing me!”
	The sound of running water went on. And on. And on. The puddle start running down the street. 
	“Boy,” I said. “You must have been drinking domestic beer today.”
	Eventually, she was finished.
	She wiggled her bottom like a bunny, trying to shake off the drips.
	“What now?”
	“Wipe yourself and come inside. I’m cold.”
	“Wipe myself on what, wise guy?”
	“The grass? Your hand? Use your imagination.”
	Grumbling, she wiped herself on the grass and followed me inside.
	A moment later, Toni was inspecting her new pet.
	The blonde was filthy. Tears and grease were all over her face. Her breasts were splattered with spots of melted butter. Her knees were muddy and drops of pee were splattered all over her thighs and ass. Little tufts of grass were stuck in her pubic hair.
	“Excellent,” Toni beamed. I could tell she was really enjoying this.
	As I made Jenna’s bundle of blankets more comfortable, Toni ordered the teenager to her knees.
	“On your hands and knees, Slut,” my wife spat. “It’s time for your spanks.”
	“Go fuck yourself,” Jenna spat. “I’m sick of this shit.”
	Slap!
	Toni whacked the girl on the ass. Jenna fell to her knees.
	Toni wiped her hand.
	“Eugh. Filthy girl…” She glared at the blonde. “That’s earned you another five spanks. From now on, I don’t want to hear any more complaints. If you put up with this for the next seven days, you get to avoid going to prison. That’s worth going through any torture Sly and I can come up with.”
	“I guess.”
	“Good girl. Now on your hands and knees. Stick your butt in the air.”
	Jenna did as she was told. Toni looked at her ass and licked her lips.
	“Sly? Could you get the board?”
	I grabbed it from the kitchen and started tallying up the points.
	“35 spanks,” I told her.
	“Well, Sly. I think I better leave it to you to do the honours.”
	Jenna looked up nervously.
	From the box, I pulled out a long, thin whip.
	“This is a hunting whip,” I explained. “It’s from England.”
	“It hurts like a motherfucker,” Toni promised. She was speaking from experience. “Also, it’ll leave this big, red line across your ass.”
	Jenna just growled.
	I took careful aim at her pert little bottom and swung the whip.
	Crack!
	Jenna leapt forward six feet. She howled like a banshee and clutched her ass. A sharp little line had just blossomed, dead across the centre of her ass-cheeks.
	“Ow!” She was bawling like a baby. “That hurts so bad!”
	Toni grabbed Jenna’s shoulders and led her to the sofa. She sat down and made Jenna kneel in front of her, her bottom sticking back out into the air.
	Toni stroked Jenna’s blonde hair. The teenager’s face was muffled between my wife’s thighs.
	I raised the whip again.
	Crack!
	Jenna’s scream was muffled by Toni’s thighs. My wife gently stroked the girls hair as I raised the whip again.
	Crack!
	Slowly, we counted off thirty five strokes. It took a good ten minutes. By the time I was finished, Jenna’s little white ass was criss-crossed with bright red lines.
	She continued sobbing into Toni’s thighs as I rubbed some lotion onto her butt. Then, soothingly, Toni prised her slave’s head out from between her legs.
	Jenna’s face was stained with tears.
	“My ass hurts so bad…” 
	“It’s okay, Baby,” Toni stroked her face. “It’ll feel better soon.”
	“It hurts…”
	“Well, maybe you won’t swear so much from now on. Okay?” 
	“Yeah… I promise.”
	We left the teenager to curl up in her blankets. Then I led Toni into the bedroom and we closed the door.
	I threw her onto the bed.
	“Oh, Sly,” Toni cried. “Steady on!”
	I wasn’t in the mood to steady on.
	Grabbing the front of her dress, I tore it open. One of Toni’s breasts fell out. A moment later, she was lying on the bed and I suckled and bit at her nipple, pulling up the hem of her dress.
	Her fingers fumbled with my flies.
	“Oh, Baby,” Toni moaned into my ear. “Spanking my little slave has got you all hot and bothered, hasn’t it?”
	I shut her up by pressing my lips against hers.
	My cock sprang out. It was harder than ever.
	I wrenched open my wife’s thighs and sank my dick into her pussy. She was already wet and open. Her cunt sucked my prick in.
	Squeezing and mauling her tits, I crushed Toni back into the mattress. Hunched on top of her, I rutted like a stallion. She was helpless beneath me.
	“Oh, baby…” She closed her eyes. “That’s so good…”
	I humped her like a madman, feeling the exquisite grip of her tight little cunny. My cock throbbed and swelled. She dug her heels into my ass.
	“Oh, you fill me up so tightly… Go deeper!”
	Hooking my elbows underneath Toni’s knees, I almost folded my wife in half. With her thighs pressed against her chest and her feet pointed at the ceiling, I sank into Toni’s pussy another inch.
	“I want you to cum, Baby,” Toni moaned, thrashing her head. “Cum for me…”
	Shuddering, I felt myself close to climax.
	Thrusting forward, I jabbed myself deeply into Toni’s hot, moist cunt. My ass twitched and my balls constricted. From the throbbing tip of my dick, great globs of spunk squirted deep inside my wife.
	She felt the hot, sticky wetness flood her cunt and spasmed in orgasm.
	A moment later, we were still. I was lying on top her, panting. My cock was growing soft inside Toni’s pussy.
	She stroked my hair.
	“I feel all squishy down there. You came a lot that time, didn’t you?”
	“It felt that way.”
	“Well stay inside me. I want to fall asleep that way.”
	I nestled my head into her breasts. Soon, we were both asleep.

Chapter Six

	We didn’t get much sleep that night.
	Halfway through the night, I woke up with a raging hard-on. Toni was curled up in front of me, in a spoon position. My stiff dick was nestling between the cheeks of her ass. Half asleep, my wife was wiggling her bottom. She ground her ass against my hips, so my swollen cock settled between her buttocks like a hot dog in a bun.
	Reaching down, I fumbled with her messy pussy lips. Soon, I was slipping my cock into her sticky cunt.
	Toni started grumbling, in and out of dreams. I hunched behind her, gently thrusting. As I screwed her, I reached forward and squeezed her breasts in my hands.
	“Mmmm.” My sleepy wife mumbled with satisfaction. “That’s nice.”
	We fucked lazily like that for half an hour. Toni slipped in and out of dreams. Sometimes, she sucked her thumb as if she was slurping on my cock. At least once, I felt a gush of moisture as Toni had a mini orgasm.
	Eventually, my balls tightened. I pumped another load into my wife’s already messy pussy. She groaned happily.
	Still connected, all sticky and sweaty, we curled up and drifted back to sleep.
	I had the most erotic dreams. The sight of Jenna’s face, buried between my wife’s thighs was haunting me. The memory of the stroppy teenager French kissing Toni’s asshole had my exhausted cock twitching.
	By morning, I’d already harassed Toni twice more. The first time, I woke up to still find myself buried in her pussy. Just a few quick thrusts and I added a third dollop of sperm to the two loads already flooding her cunt. 
	Then, as the morning light crept around the curtain, Toni woke up to find herself lying on her back. I was crushing her, my hands roughly holding open her thighs and my dick buried to the hilt in her spasming cunt.
	Grumpy and sleepy, she tried to fight me off. I was stronger, though. I kept roughly thrusting and after a few minutes, I felt my wife’s engine warm up and she started humping her hips back at me.
	“Hey!” A sharp voice disturbed us. “Are you guys finished?”
	Still buried in Toni’s pussy, I peered over my shoulder. Jenna was standing in the doorway, watching my ass grind against Toni’s hips.
	“Erm…” I said, crossly, “Do you mind?”
	“Are you guys finished? I want to shower.”
	Toni felt my dick growing soft inside her. She tightened her thighs around me.
	“Don’t you dare, Sly!” She growled. “I was getting quite into that. Jenna’s just going to have to wait.”
	I wasn’t sure about having an audience. Toni noticed this crossly.
	“Hey, Jenna,” she growled. “Get your butt over here!”
	Jenna stomped over to the side of the bed. I couldn’t move. Toni had her thighs wrapped tightly around my hips.
	“Get on the bed,” she ordered. The naked teenager reluctantly did as she was told. “Start stroking Sly’ balls.”
	Sticking out her bottom lip, I felt Jenna’s fingers reach between my thighs and start stroking my balls. 
	Boing! Instantly, my erection was back to full steam.
	Toni started humping back at me. As Jenna played gently with my nuts, I started thrusting back into my wife.
	Soon we were into a good rhythm. The bedsprings were squeaking. Toni’s eyes glazed and I felt her breath get quicker.
	“I’m gonna cum, Sly,” she gripped me tightly. “I’m gonna…”
	We both spasmed. For a second, it was like we stopped being two interconnected bodies and just wound up as one single, sweaty, humping animal.
	Toni groaned loudly. I gave her a monster hickey, biting her neck so hard I bruised her. A final volley of semen spurted into my wife’s overflowing pussy.
	Almost as soon as she’d got her breath back, Toni was pushing me off her.
	I rolled aside. My limp dick came slipping out of Toni’s pussy and unplugged a big gush of cum. Four loads of spunk started flowing down the crack of my wife’s ass.
	Jenna was watching all this, transfixed. She didn’t move fast enough to stop Toni grabbing a big fistful of her blonde hair.
	“Hey!”
	Off balance, the teenager fell forward and Toni wrapped her thighs around Jenna’s head.
	“There we go,” my wife was mashing her messy pussy into Jenna’s face. “It’s breakfast time. Clean me up and I’ll let you go and have a shower.”
	Jenna said something in reply, but I couldn’t understand it. Her mouth was muffled by Toni’s pussy.
	Eventually, the blonde stopped struggling. I felt my cock twitch as I heard a sexy slurping noise. Jenna was sucking the four loads of cum from Toni’s pussy.
	“That’s my girl,” Toni was panting again. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. “Swallow it, you little slut. I want you to eat all of that lovely cum…”
	I peered between my wife’s legs. Jenna had her eyes screwed shut. She was slurping long strings of sticky cum from Toni’s pussy, shuddering as she swallowed them down. I was amazed at just how much of my spunk there was. It flowed out of my wife’s abused pussy like a creamy white river.
	It took five minutes of hungry slurping, but eventually Toni came again. Grinding her cunt against Jenna’s face, she arched her back and screamed with pleasure.
	By the time she was finished, both Toni and Jenna were glistening with sweat. Jenna rolled onto her back, panting for air. As her thighs fell open, I could see that her pubic hair was glistening with moisture. No matter how much she complained, eating the spunk from my wife’s abused pussy had turned her on.
	Jenna sat up. Her face was plastered with globs of cum. Her lips were bruised from where Toni had been grinding her hips into the teenager’s face.
	“Can I go and shower now?” Her voice was filled with hatred. “I’ve got grease and jizz and piss and mud all over me.”
	“Yeah,” Toni lazily kicked the blonde out of bed. “Go and shower. And then make me some breakfast. I’m going to sleep some more.”
	She looked up at me lazily.
	“Somebody kept me awake all night…”
	With a grin, I kissed my wife goodbye and left for work.
Chapter Seven

	I couldn’t keep my mind on my job.
	All day, I made stupid little mistakes and went off into daydreams. All it would take would be the squeak of an office chair and I’d suddenly remember the sound of the bedsprings creaking as I’d fucked my wife that morning. Kind of disgusting, I know, but the sight of a cream filled donut reminded me of my wife’s messy pussy, oozing four loads of cum. When Jenna had sucked and slurped my jism out of Toni’s cunt, it had coaxed my cock into a heroic erection even though I’d already cum four times.
	Nope, work was difficult.
	Eventually, I decided to pretend I had a headache. I said my excuses and left, hopping behind the wheel of my Pontiac Firebird and zooming home at breakneck speed. I wondered what I’d missed, leaving Toni alone with her slave all day.
	Something was obviously going on. As I pounded up the stairs to the front door, I could hear the sound of the television blaring in the living room.
	I unlocked the door. As it swung open, the sound of the television grew to U2 concert proportions. Confused, I marched across the living and switched it off.
	That was when I heard it.
	“Waaaaah!” It was coming from the bedroom. “Oh! Oh! It hurts!”
	I swung open the bedroom door.
	There was Jenna, tied ankle and wrist to the bedpost. A big pile of cushions and pillows rested under her hips so the teenager’s pert little ass was pointing skyward. Helpless, the blonde could only scream as my wife viciously reamed out her asshole with the 12” strap on she wore.
	“Waaaah” Jenna’s screams could have woken the street. No wonder my wife had the telly turned up so loudly. “It’s too big! It hurts! You’re going to ruin my asshole!” Ignoring her, my wife just pounded that big, black rubber dick in and out of the poor girl’s swollen, tortured butthole.
	Eventually, Toni noticed the television had been switched off. She stopped her brutal butt-fucking and pulled the rubber cock from Jenna’s ass with a slurp.
	Jenna just sniffled. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
	The big, rubber cock bobbing up and down, Toni bounded off the bed and gave me a hug. Her whole naked body was glistening with sweat and I could feel my wife’ heart pounding in her chest.
	“You’ve been having quite a work out,” I told her.
	“You bet,” Toni nodded. “Jenna and I have been at it for hours.”
	I looked down at the glistening rubber cock.
	“What kind of lube are you using?”
	“Oh, I’m not using lube,” Toni winked. I could tell she was lying.
	“Jesus!” I played along. “You’re probably tearing that girl’s ass right open!”
	“Waaaah!” Jenna heard all this. She started sobbing. “You’ve ruined my ass! I’m going to have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life.”
	Toni grabbed my wrist and led me next door. Leaving Jenna sobbing in the bedroom, she showed me a bottle of ‘Warming Lubricant’ she’d bought.
	“It heats up on contact with skin,” Toni explained, making sure that Jenna couldn’t hear. “Her asshole is probably on fire.”
	“But the lubricant means you haven’t injured her.”
	“Oh, no,” Toni grinned. “Her ass is fine. The workout I’ve just given her is probably less taxing on her sphincter than the brutal buttfucks I get from you three times a week. But that’s not the point.”
	What a devious mind my wife had!
	“You used that heating lubricant and now Jenna’s asshole is burning,” I mused, “and then you told her you weren’t using any lubricant at all. So she thinks you‘ve ruined her for life.”
	“Yep. She thinks I’ve been tearing her ass open all afternoon. As I fucked her, I teased her that she’d have to wear a diaper for the rest of her life. You should have heard her scream.“
	“But she’ll actually be fine.”
	“You’d do more damage to your asshole eating a really hot Indian curry,” Toni promised. “The real torture is actually psychological.”
	“Well, psychological or not, I’ve got a raging hard on.”
	I started tearing off my clothes. Grabbing Toni’s shoulders, I kissed her passionately and pulled her close.
	“Ow!” Her rubber dong had just poked me in the privates.
	“Careful, Baby,” Toni laughed.
	A moment later, I was as naked as she was. We both had thick, swollen cocks. Mine just happened to be throbbing, while hers was black and made of rubber.
	“Let’s go and double team her for a bit,” Toni winked.
	A few moments later, the bedsprings were creaking again.
	Toni had given Jenna a few sound slaps on the ass, before splashing another spurt of warming lubricant into her gaping asshole and ramming inch after inch of that rubber dong up her butt. This time, though, Jenna couldn’t scream. I’d manoeuvred her head into my lap and she had every centimetre of my swollen dick in her mouth.
	“Yeehaw!” Toni attacked Jenna with blinding speed. Their flesh made a wet slapping sound as their hips collided. Every time Toni forced another few inch of strap-on deeper into Jenna’s spasming asshole, the girl leapt forward and I felt my cock gripped by her throat muscles.
	Eventually, Toni slumped over Jenna’s back. Both girls were glistening with sweat. Toni was panting. I could tell she was exhausted.
	“I’m done,” she gasped. “It’s my turn with the slut’s mouth. I want her to eat me to an orgasm. I’ve been fucking her in the ass all afternoon and I haven’t come once.”
	I scrambled to my feet. My cock slurped out of Jenna’s mouth, slick with spit. Long strings of saliva stretched from her lips as I pulled by throbbing manhood away.
	As Toni unbuckled the strap-on and manhandled herself into position, I settled between Jenna’s outstretched thighs.
	“Have you ever had a real cock up your ass?” Toni asked, stroking the trembling teenager’s hair. She shook her head. “Well, Sly knows what he’s doing.”
	With that, I parted Jenna’s bruised ass cheeks.
	Her asshole was red and swollen. Toni hadn’t damaged it, but I could tell it was as tender as hell. Feeling quite sorry for the girl, I gently nudged the wrinkled pink starfish with the tip of my dick and it opened up under the pressure.
	Jenna gasped.
	“Oh, that burns!” She shivered as inch after inch of my cock sank into her asshole. “You’ve ruined me back there, you bitch.”
	Toni opened her thighs.
	Before she could clamp them around Jenna’s head, the teenager growled at her.
	“I’m so pleased I said all those things about you, you bitch,” she hissed. “I told them at work you were a tramp and an idiot. I even tried to frame you for taking the cash I’d stolen. Whatever you do to me, I‘ve done far worse to… Owwww!”
	I’d just slapped her on the ass. Hard.
	Toni clamped her legs around Jenna’s head. She looked up at me. I could see that tears were in my wife’s eyes.
	“She’s such a bitch,” Toni gasped. “I thought a little payback would, like, make her regret being so horrible to me. But she’s just got worse…”
	Toni’s lips curled.
	“Really pound her, Sly,” she growled. “Make her feel it for a week. I think she‘s actually enjoying everything we do to her.”
	I started thrusting.
	My dick slid in and out of Jenna’s asshole with surprising ease. My wife had demanded that I make her feel it for a week, but there wasn’t much more I could do. Toni had already reamed her for hours with that massive rubber penis. My dick, large as it was, wasn’t going to do much more damage.
	But then I felt the heat.
	The warming lubricant hadn’t had any effect on Toni’s rubber dick, but on my cock, it burned. Not enough to hurt, but enough to really turn me on.
	My hips pounded against Jenna’s ass cheeks. Her asshole opened wide under my assault. I could hear her muffled groans and screams, almost as loud as Toni’s.
	Reaching between my legs, I used the fingers of one hand to start teasing Jenna’s clit. Her pussy was wet and sloppy. She was obviously pretty aroused. Soon, I felt her hips thrust back at me. The little slut was enjoying it.
	I had to ride her ass like a rodeo rider. Jenna’s butt kicked and wiggled and ground back at me. Sometimes this meant my cock would sink even deeper into her butt. Other times, I found myself plunging in from a different angle and Jenna would squeal in discomfort.
	One thing was certain. It wasn’t going to be long until I came.
	I teased Jenna’s clit and slid three fingers into her sopping pussy. This caused her to thrust back even harder at me. I reamed her out so hard, I was sure the blonde wasn’t going to be able to sit down for a week.
	“Ugh!” I gave her ass a slap. A red handprint blossomed up. “”I’m cumming!”
	Throbbing, my dick spat great spurts of cum into Jenna’s bowels. Her asshole twitched as I filled her up.
	“Mmmmm!” she wrenched her head up from between Toni’s thighs. “Your cum is fucking burning me!”
	That would be the warming lubricant, I guessed.
	My cock stopped squirting. I stayed with my dick rammed up Jenna’s butt while Toni forced her to lick her into another orgasm. Then, while my wife groaned and moaned in pleasure, I felt my dick getting soft.
	It ‘plopped’ out of Jenna’s asshole. A great stream of cum bubbled down her thighs.
	“Oh, please,” Jenna begged. “Let me go and wash my asshole. It hurts…”
	Toni nodded. She and I untied Jenna and the naked teenager ran off to the bathroom, cum pouring from her gaping asshole.
	That left just me and Toni, snuggled up on the big pile of cushions.
	My wife was sticky and sweaty. I licked some of the salty sweat from her breasts until she pushed my face away.
	“Stop!” She giggled. “That tickles!”
	We nestled together, listening to the running water as Jenna scrubbed her ass in the bathroom next door.
	“This has become a test of wills,” Toni explained sleepily. “Jenna’s refusing to back down. No matter what I do to her, she still keeps calling me names.”
	“Isn’t she scared we’ll give that information to the police?”
	“I think she realises it’s a bluff. I mean, if we did that, she could accuse us of blackmailing her and torturing her for a week.”
	“But she’s not going to do that.”
	“No. If she accused us of that, it would come out that she’s been ripping the company off. Basically, neither of us can do anything. Jenna’s just going to finish out the week here and then I think it’s going to go back to business as usual. She’ll still call me names and say bitchy things about me.”
	“Well, what do we do?”
	“We need to come up with something that will break even her spirit,” Toni mused. “Something so degrading even she can’t stand it.”
	My mind tried to come up with all sorts of devious plans.
	Just then, the bedroom door crashed open.
	“Hey, you fucking bitch!” Jenna was holding the bottle of warming lubricant she’d found. “This is what you used to make my asshole burn so much?”
	“That and some pretty rigorous fucking.”
	“I thought you’d ruined me back there. I can’t believe you lied to me! I thought I was going to have to wear a fucking diaper for the rest of my life!”
	For the first time since I’d known her, I swear I saw Jenna smile.
	“That’s fucking evil, Toni…”
	And speaking of evil, I’d suddenly just come up with the perfect plan.
	“Hey, guys,” I purred. “Who fancies Chinese food for dinner?”
Chapter Eight

	An hour later, Toni and I were lounging on the sofa in our robes. Jenna, freshly scrubbed and smelling of Toni’s shower foam, was lying naked on the floor. After the brutal anal rape we’d subjected her to earlier, both Toni and I figured that Jenna needed a little down time, so we’d poured her a glass of wine and all three of us sat munching popcorn and watching The Family Guy on DVD.
	The doorbell rang.
	“That’ll be the Chinese food,” Toni grinned. “you get the door, Jenna.”
	“Me? But I’m naked.”
	“Yes you are. Now get the door. We’re hungry.”
	Jenna stuck her tongue out at my wife, but got to her feet. She nervously unbolted the door and swung it open, hiding most of her naked body behind the door.
	“Come in!” Toni bellowed. Invited inside, the delivery guy stepped over the threshold and immediately saw the naked Jenna.
	He was a tall, skinny Chinese kid of about eighteen. His eyes bulged when he took in the lean, pert teenage girl.
	“Erm…” He stammered. “I have your delivery.”
	“Put it on the sideboard, please.”
	“Okay,” he dumped the heavy box on the sideboard. Toni must have ordered a ton of Chinese food. There was more there than even all three of us could eat.
	Jenna was blushing, but she had her hands on her hips defiantly.
	Toni looked determined to drag her down a peg.
	“That’ll be $36 please,” the delivery guy said, trying not to stare at the naked teenager. I noticed there was a bulge in the front of his trousers.
	“Okay, Pal,” my wife purred. “Here’s the deal. It’s Jenna’s turn to buy us dinner, but as you can see, she doesn’t have her pocketbook on her.” 
	Hell, she didn’t have anything on her. She was naked as the day she was born.
	The Chinese guy just stammered.
	“I don’t understand…. It’s $36 dollars, ma’am…”
	“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Toni continued. Her hand had slipped underneath my robe and she started rubbing my growing cock. “Jenna here is going to work out some kind of arrangement with you.”
	“I am?”
	“She is?”
	“I’m sure, say, a blowjob would be worth the cost of that food, wouldn’t it?”
	The Chinese kid looked at Jenna. She was tall and sexy, with those pouting lips and lean figure. He’d probably never seen a naked girl before. His hard-on was obvious.
	“I… erm… I guess…”
	Jenna wasn’t so enthusiastic.
	“No fucking way, Toni! You little bitch! I’m not…”
	Toni held up the folder of incriminating evidence. 
	“I’m sick of your bitching, Jenna,” she hissed. “Either you get on your knees and start sucking or we’ll get this file over to T.G.I. Fridays before you can blink.”
	“Oh, yeah?” Jenna was defiant. “and I’ll tell them you two perverts have been blackmailing me into all sorts of perverted shit.”
	“And who do you think they’ll believe?” Toni was bluffing, I could tell, but Jenna was doubting herself.
	Eventually, she gave in.
	“I’m going to fucking make you pay for this, Toni,” she knelt down in front of the excited teenage boy. “I’m going to make you regret messing with me.”
	With shaking fingers, she unzipped the delivery boy’s trousers. Pulling down his pants, a short erection popped out.
	He had a short, circumcised dick sprouting from tufts of thick, black pubic hair. It wasn’t very appetising. I was kind of grossed out, but the thought of Jenna sucking the cock of this virtual stranger made me ignore those feelings.
	Jenna’s eyes widened. I had the feeling she’d sucked plenty of dicks before. That was the impression Toni had given me about her. But being forced to was kind of different. It was daunting to her.
	And to him. The delivery boy was in awe. I could see he’d never expected to find himself in a situation straight out of a porn movie. His hands flopped down to his sides. He didn’t know what to do with them.
	Jenna gave his throbbing dick a sniff and wrinkled her nose. It pointed upwards at her nose. The tip was throbbing.
	“Go on. Suck him.”
	Closing her eyes, Jenna opened her mouth and swallowed it whole.
	I watched as she grabbed the boy’s ass-cheeks to steady herself. Then, with slurping noises, the blonde started bobbing her head on the teen’s swollen dick.
	He was in heaven. I could tell he wasn’t going to last long.
	“Quick,” Toni stopped stroking my cock and reached for the digital camera. “I need to get some shots of this.”
	She jumped off the sofa and started clicking away, taking ten clear shots of Jenna’s face. The teenage girl’s mouth was stuffed with cock.
	“Go on, you slut,” Toni took another bunch of photos. “Make him cum.”
	Jenna mumbled something obscene, but she couldn’t talk with her mouth full of dick. She was slobbering, saliva dribbling down her chin. As she pulled her mouth away from the delivery boy’s cock, I could see it was glistening with spit.
	The delivery boy was super sensitive. With a groan, his butt clenched. I could tell his balls were churning.
	“He’s gonna cum,” I warned her.
	“Shoot it in her face,” Toni demanded. “Cover the slut in it!”
	The boy pulled his dick from Jenna’s mouth just as it started spurting. Three great dollops of sticky cum squirted onto her lips and chin. 
	Jenna tumbled back to the floor and started spitting the cum out of her mouth. Toni managed to catch a dozen good photos of the girl’s face covered in spunk.
	While this was going on, I told the delivery boy to zip up his trousers and get the hell out of there. He went, grinning ear to ear. He might have been the delivery boy, but it had ended up being Jenna who’d kept the change.
	He bounded down the steps to his car. I wondered how he’d explain the free meal to his bosses. Still, I guess to an eighteen year old, a free blowjob is worth whatever hell you get from your boss.
	I locked the door and it was just the three of us again.
	Jenna was wiping cum from her face. She was in floods of tears. I actually felt quite bad for her - until I remember all the bitchy stuff she’d said to Toni.
	“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she cried. “That was so fucking degrading! You‘re such a bitch, Toni.”
	“Yeah, well,” my wife growled, “maybe next time you call me a slut at work or in Stevie's Bar, I‘ll be able to give everybody the address of the website where they can see these pictures. I bet you didn’t feel so high and mighty when you were on your knees, sucking the cock of some guy whose name you didn’t even know.”
	“Why you little bitch…”
	Toni handed me the digital camera.
	“You’d better get on line and upload those pictures,” she grinned at me. “That way, I know I’ll be able to keep Jenna in line from now on.”
	“No,” Jenna begged. “Not on the internet. Please. I’ll do anything…”
	“Anything?”
	“Please, Toni. I’ll do anything you want.”
	“Well, all I want is for you to stop being such a bitch to me. Although I’ll still expect you to stick out the next few days here like we’d arranged.”
	Jenna wiped her face, smearing cum across her cheek.
	“Okay,” she relented. “I’ll do it.”
	“Well, good,” Toni rubbed her hands together. “In that case, let’s have dinner. Get in that kitchen, Jenna, and start serving up the Chinese food. There’s some saki in the fridge. Microwave the bottle so it’s nice and hot and dig out the chopsticks, okay?”
	“Yes, Toni.”
	“Good little slut.”
	As Jenna got to work, Toni dragged me through to the bedroom. I switched on the computer. While we waited for it to boot up, Toni hugged me and wrenched open my robe.
	My cock was huge. Despite all the work it had been put through over the past day or so, I was as turned on as hell about watching Jenna suck that teenager’s cock.”
	“That was a genius idea of yours, Baby,” my wife kissed me, stroking my dick as she worked her tongue into my mouth. “The problem is that I’m as horny as hell.”
	“Well,” I kissed her back, “we’ve got five more days to come up with punishment for that little teenage troublemaker.”
	We kissed. My hand slipped into her robe and I squeezed her breasts. Meanwhile, Toni stroked my swollen cock, teasing it until the blood-pumped tip filled her entire fist.
	I could tell things were hotting up.
	Meanwhile, though, in the kitchen, Jenna was grumbling.
	As she spooned rice into a serving bowl, the devious teenager grinned.
	“Just you wait, Toni,” she hissed. She reached over to a packet of pills and poured some into the saki.
	“Just you fucking wait…”

Chapter Nine

	Jenna served dinner. She brought out bowls filled with fried rice, General Tso’s chicken and three or four other steaming Chinese delicacies and then poured both Toni and I large mugs of steaming saki.
	We tucked in. It was delicious. Toni scoffed up a big bowl of that horrible tofu stuff she loves and I ate enough chicken and rice to be stuffed afterwards.
	We finished the bottle of saki in record time.
	“You’re not having any?” I asked Jenna. “You could do if you wanted to.”
	“No,” she smiled at me. I didn’t trust her. “I’m fine. I don’t really like saki.”
	Afterwards, Toni and I felt really tired and full. We flopped onto the sofa and put on the rest of The Family Guy DVD.
	Toni settled down. She made me lie across the sofa with my head in her lap. As I lay there, she stroked my hair.
	“Jenna,” my wife ordered. “Get in here.”
	The naked teenager came into the living room.
	“Listen, you,” Toni purred, “while Sly and I relax, why don’t you make yourself useful.”
	“Doing what? I’ve already tidied the kitchen.”
	“Sly has had a busy day at work,” Toni grinned. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and help him relax.”
	“You want me to give him a blowjob?”
	“Hell, no,” my wife growled. “That’s my job. But you can give him a nice relaxing tongue bath.”
	“Huh?”
	“Kneel down behind him, bitch,” Toni grumbled. Jenna reluctantly did as she was told. “Now lift up his robe.”
	I was lying on my tummy on the sofa. As Jenna lifted my robe, all she saw was by arse pointing her in the face.
	“Now you can give Sly a nice tongue bath,” Toni purred. “I want you to tongue his balls and then you can give his ass a nice little kiss. Just like you did to me in the carpark.”
	Jenna grumbled, but she didn’t complain.
	Obediently, she parted my thighs. 
	It was the most incredible feeling. Suddenly, I had this long curtain of hair stroking my ass and thighs and this lapping tongue teasing my balls. A short while later, I felt Jenna spread the cheeks of my ass and I felt her agile little tongue start slurping around my asshole.
	“Mmmm,” half asleep, I revelled in the sexy feelings.
	Why was I so sleepy? Here was a slutty teenage girl French kissing my asshole and I was falling asleep…
	I drifted off, in bliss with the feeling of Jenna’s tongue in my ass.
	Then everything was black…

	“Wake up!”
	Crack!
	I felt the most blinding pain across my ass. It was like a single, white-hot line burnt into the skin. My eyes shot open and I arched my back, screaming.
	It took a few seconds to work out where I was.
	Tied up and lying on the floor. Rope was tightly wound around my wrists and ankles and I was naked. It looked like I was in the bedroom. Hovering overhead, dressed in one of our robes, was Jenna. She was holding that whip Toni had made me use on her ass the night before. No wonder I was in so much pain! She was whipping me!
	Crack!
	I howled again and rolled into a ball.
	“Good,” Jenna threw down the whip. “I’m pleased you’re back in the land of the living.”
	“What happened?” My voice was hoarse.
	“I shoved a few tranquillisers in that saki of yours,” Jenna explained, giving me a kick with her heel. “After you and Toni scoffed the bottle, you both drifted off.”
	I raised my head. Toni was tied face down on the bed, a bunch of pillows under her hips, lifting her naked ass into the air. A ball-gag was in her mouth and she was staring at me, mumbling. Because of the big ball between her teeth, though, all she could do was make gurgling noises. Spit was dribbling down her chin.
	“Now then,” Jenna paced around me, “I want you to hand over that folder with all the evidence about me stealing. Then, tell me where those photos of me blowing that delivery boy. If you give those to me, I won’t do anything to you, Simon.”
	“You won’t do anything to me?” I glared at her. “What about Toni?”
	“Oh, Toni’s got a nasty bit of revenge coming to her. I’m going to get some payback and even you can’t talk me out of it.”
	“Well, in that case I’m not giving in. I won’t tell you where those papers are.”
	“Idiot.” She raised the whip. “I’ll tear your ass to shreds.”
	“Go and screw yourself.”
	Crack! The whip came crashing down. My butt screamed in pain.
	“Tell me!”
	“Go blow a goat!”
	Crack!
	“Tell me what I want to know, dammit!”
	“Sod off!”
	Crack! Crack! Crack!
	Soon, Jenna was glistening with sweat. My ass was numb from all the pain. I couldn’t feel anything below the waist. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.
	“Okay, you dumb, belligerent bastard,” the blonde threw the whip to her feet. “Let’s try something else, shall we?”
	She shucked off the robe. Naked, the blonde towered over me.
	She reached under the bed and pulled out Toni’s box of toys. She found the big, black strap on. Jenna started buckling it up.
	“Right then, Sly,” she poured a big dollop of ‘Warming Lubricant’ onto the rubber dick. “Let’s see how long you last this time.”
	With horror, I realised what Jenna was about to do.
	Toni started mumbling and screaming. She thrashed about on the bed.
	“Oh, stop complaining, you dumb bitch,” Jenna spat at her. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”
	Jenna forced my face to the floor. I felt her yank apart the cheeks of my ass. Then, with horror, I felt her nudge the huge head of the rubber dick against my asshole.
	Pop! The tip forced it’s way past the ring of muscles in my ass.
	I howled. She’d forced the rubber tip into my bum and slowly, inch after inch of the rubber schlong was being pushed into my butt. The warming lubricant was heating up. My ass was on fire.
	“Still don’t want to talk?” Jenna demanded.
	I couldn’t talk. All I could do was lie there and make rasping noises.
	With a wet slurp, Jenna pulled the dick out a few inches and then started pumping. That huge dong forced open my ass. Her hips slapped against my buttocks.
	“Oh, yeah,” Jenna groaned. “I like how that feels.”
	“Fu…uck… Ow! You… Bitch!”
	“The sense of power,” she was laying on top of me, grinding her hips into my ass. “The feeling of owning somebody’s ass.”
	She licked my cheek.
	“This is good. If I’d have known how this felt, I would have fucked some boy up the ass a long time ago.”
	I just lay there, feeling woozy. There wasn’t anything I could do. That big rubber dong slid in and out of my butt like a piston and it felt like she was tearing my insides apart.
	“Where is that folder, Simon?”
	“Sod off…”
	The sound of her hips slapping again mine was deafening.
	Slap! Slap! Slap!
	Oh, God… I thought I was going to die.
	“Tell me!”
	“Never!”
	Finally, she stopped.
	I felt Jenna’s sweat dripping down onto me. She was exhausted. The effort of fucking me in the ass for so long had worn her out.
	Reluctantly, she pulled the rubber dick from my ass. I curled into a ball, moaning. 
	“You dumbass,” she spat. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me.”
	Still wearing that rubber dong, Jenna picked up the whip.
	She stepped over to Toni, bound and helpless on the bed.
	“If you don’t care about your own ass,” the blonde hissed, “maybe you’ll have some concern about hers. Tell me where that file is or I’m going to whip every last shred of skin off this bitch’s body.”
	“Never!”
	Crack!
	Toni’s helpless body was like Jenna’s canvas. She slashed a long, thin, red stripe all the way across my wife’s back. Toni, bound and gagged, could only struggle and mumble as the pain lanced through her body.
	“You bitch,” I spat.
	“Tell me what I want to know, Sly.”
	“Not on your life.”
	“It’s not my life. It’s hers.”
	Crack! Crack! Crack!
	Relentlessly, Jenna whipped Toni. She cracked the whip down on her ass and thighs and then slashed the leather blade across her should blades. Toni was screaming, but her screams only came out as mumbles. I could tell she was in agony.
	“Okay,” I relented. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Just stop whipping her.”
	Jenna lowered the whip.
	“Good boy,” she hissed.
	“They’re in that filing cabinet, by the desk. You’ll need the key to open it. It’s on my key chain, in my trousers.
	A few moments later, Jenna had the folder of evidence and a bunch of printouts of her blowing the delivery boy. Everything we had to blackmail her with.
	“Perfect,” Jenna left the bedroom and threw the folder on the living room table. “I’ll burn all that stuff later. But first, I’ve got to make some arrangements for that bitch of a wife of yours.”
	She grinned wickedly.
	“By the time I’m finished with that whore wife of yours, you’re going to both wish you were never born…”

Chapter Ten

	The bedroom door was open. I could see Jenna pulling on her jeans and sweater in the kitchen.
	Tied at both wrist and ankle, I crawled over to the bed and gazed up at Toni. My bound and gagged wife mumbled to me. Her big, brown eyes were filled with tears. I could tell she was still in agony from being whipped.
	I had to get free. But how? The ropes were tightly tied and I wasn’t feeling in the best shape myself. The tranquillisers still made me groggy and my ass felt tortured.
	In the living room, Jenna picked up the phone.
	“Hello? Is that the Chinese restaurant?”
	There was a pause.
	“Yeah, I’d like to speak to the delivery boy who came round earlier… Yes, he’ll definitely remember me.”
	What on earth was the bitch planning?
	“Hey, honey,” I could tell she was talking to the delivery boy now. “This is the girl who gave you that special tip earlier. Remember me?”
	Another pause.
	“I thought you would. Anyway. I had an offer for you. Why don’t you get a group of your friends together and come on over here. We’re having another party.”
	She grinned.
	“That’s right. It’s going to be a repeat of last time, only better. I’ll leave the front door unlocked. Just come in and go into the bedroom. My friend likes it rough and dirty, so I’ll tie her down to the bed. Do whatever you want to her.”
	Another pause.
	“Oh, no. Don’t worry about that. She’s really into this kind of stuff. If she screams and pretends she’s not into it, she’s just play acting. You go ahead and do whatever you want to her.”
	Jenna peered through the bedroom door. She saw me glaring at her. The blonde bitch winked.
	“One more thing,” she purred. “My friend really likes things ‘skin to skin.’ Don’t worry about wearing condoms. Oh, no, you won’t catch anything from her. She’s clean. But she likes to be gangbanged bareback…”
	The boy was obviously talking to her.
	“Yeah, bring your camera. That’s fine. Take lots of pictures. Come round in about twenty minutes. She’ll be waiting for you. Great…”
	Jenna hung up.
	She came sauntering into the bedroom.
	“You bitch,” I swore, struggling to sit up. Jenna kicked me and knocked me back down to the floor.
	“Oh, I am going to love this. Ten strangers gang-banging your wife. Then all the pictures on the internet. I’ll make sure everybody sees them at Fridays… God, everybody’s going to think your wife’s the slut of the century.”
	Jenna walked over to the desk and picked up a pad and a pen. She started scribbling.
	“I’d better leave this for the boys, just in case.”
	“What are you writing?”
	“It says: ‘Hello, Boys! Hope you like your buffet. Use me and abuse me any way you want. Just make sure you send the pictures to Jenna@hotmail.com.” That way, I’ll have plenty of pictures to show everybody at Fridays.”
	“I can’t believe you’d do this. This is so evil.”
	“Yeah, I love it.” She finished the note and put it by the bed. “Now I’d better take care of you. I don’t want them rolling up here and seeing you tied up. They’ll probably realise that Toni’s not as into this whole gangbang idea as I said she was.”
	She grabbed my ankles and started dragging me out of the bedroom.
	“I’ll drag you outside so we can watch the action through the window.”
	“You’re serious about this?”
	“Absolutely. Toni thought she was being so nasty, making me piss in the garden and lick her asshole. But that’s nothing. If she wants evil, I’ve got it coming to her.”
	“So I can’t talk you out of this?”
	“No way, Simon. That bitch is getting nailed.”
	“What if the situation was reversed? Wouldn’t you want some mercy?”
	“Yeah, well, the situation isn’t reversed. I’m the bitch, here. Toni might not have the heart to do something as evil as this to me, but that shouldn’t mean I have to pull my punches. I’m going to watch five skanky strangers fuck your wife, none of them wearing rubbers, and there’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind.”
	“Really?” 
	Thud!
	Jenna tumbled to the floor. I’d just kicked her legs out from underneath.
	I threw myself on top of her. She fought and kicked like a banshee and I had nothing to hold onto her with, my hands still tied behind my back. But I knew I couldn’t let her get the upper hand. If I did, Toni was screwed. Literally.
	Fortunately, I must have weighed in at fifty pounds heavier. Once I’d knocked the wind out of her, there was nothing the slender blonde could do.
	“Fuck!” She squirmed. “Get off me.”
	“Untie me!”
	“Get off!”
	I tore open her sweater with my teeth. As Jenna scrabbled to get free, my teeth closed around one of her nipples. I bit. Hard.
	“Ooow!”
	“If you don’t untie me,” I growled, my mouth full of nipple, “I’m going to bit your tit straight off. Okay?”
	With trembling hands, the blonde untied me.
	A moment later, I was free.
	I threw her onto her front and wrenched the blonde’s arms up behind her back. She screamed in pain.
	“You’re hurting my arms!”
	“I’ll break them if you’re not careful.”
	Using the ropes she’d tied me up with, I soon had her wrists strapped up behind her back. Grabbing a big handful of her hair, I dragged the cursing girl into the sitting room.
	A moment later, Toni was untied.
	She slid off the bed, as weak as a kitten. As I unbuckled the ball-gag, it slopped out of her mouth with a big dribble of spit.
	We hugged. My wife was trembling. The vicious beating she’d taken had really knocked the stuffing out of her.
	“What do we do now?” I demanded. “Call the police? Those Chinese boys will be here any minute now.”
	Toni turned to the bruised, blonde teenager.
	“Actually, I’ve got another idea.”
	Grabbing the front of Jenna’s torn sweater, Toni yanked it open. Soon, the tattered remains were lying on the floor.
	Topless, the blonde looked vulnerable and sexy.
	“I heard what she said, Sly,” Toni spat. “About how I wouldn’t have had the heart to do something as evil to her as she was all set to do to me. But my heart’s kind of run out of mercy as far as this little bitch is concerned.”
	“What do you mean?” I asked.
	“She invited a bunch of strangers around to gangbang some poor helpless girl. I think it would be a shame to disappoint them. The only difference is that it’s going to be her tied to the bed instead of me.”
	“No!” Jenna begged. “Please, no! Not that! Anything but that!”
	“Why not?” Toni picked up the note Jenna had written. “You’ve already written a note telling them that they can use and abuse you.”
	“Please, Toni. I’m begging you. They’re not going to use condoms or anything! What if I get some kind of disease or something?”
	“And yet that wasn’t really an issue when it was me tied to the bed, was it?”
	“I didn’t mean it,” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
	”Oh yes you did, you bitch.”
	Toni was right. Jenna had been a bitch from the beginning. But there was a difference between calling my wife names and what she’d planned to do. She’d planned to have a bunch of strangers come over and rape my wife. And the scary thing was that she’d probably have done it before Toni had ever started on this little vengeance crusade.
	Jenna was just evil. She needed to be taught a lesson. 	
	“Help me tie her up, Sly…”

Chapter Eleven

	Soon, Jenna found herself in the position she’d left Toni.
	Naked, with her ankles and wrists tied to the bed posts, Jenna was lying on her front with a big pile of cushions under her hips. This made her pert, naked ass stick up into the air. It was the perfect angle for screwing her. Toni had tied the blonde up like that when she’d spent the afternoon fucking her up the ass with her strap on.
	My wife buckled the sloppy ball-gag into Jenna’s mouth. Just before the rubber ball popped behind the barrier of her teeth, the blonde begged:
	“Please, no…” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Not this… Please…!”
	My wife just slapped her robustly on the ass. Her naked flesh made a loud Slap!
	“Come on,” Toni grabbed my wrist and led me from the room, leaving Jenna naked and helpless. 
	In the living room, my wife hugged me. She was shivering. The threat of being gang-banged by those boys had obviously scared her.
	“So what do we do now?” I asked. However horrible and evil Jenna was, I couldn’t believe that Toni would let those kids loose on her.
	Toni saw the expression on my face.
	“Don’t worry,” she promised me. “I’m not really going to let them have her. I just said that to scare the shit out of Jenna. But if I let those boys do what they liked to her, I’d be as bad as Jenna was.”
	I admired Toni’s decision, although part of me wanted that horrible girl to get her just desserts.
	“So how do we stop those boys? They’ll be here any minute.”
	“We’ll lock the door and call the police. The cops’ll be waiting for them as soon as they turn…”
	Bang! Bang! Bang!
	Somebody was banging on the door.
	“Crap!” Toni grabbed my wrist. “They’re here already!”
	We were both still naked and in no position to fight off God-knows-how-many horny Chinese teenagers. Grabbing Toni’s wrist, I dragged her into the kitchen. My wife scooped up Misty while I wrenched down the trapdoor to the attic.
	We scrambled to safety and let the trapdoor slam shut behind us. Just in time, too. A moment later, the front door burst open and a gang of burly kids barrelled in.
	Nervously, Toni and I shuffled over the beams and peered through the ventilation grills.
	Underneath us, eight teenagers of eighteen or nineteen were swigging cans of beer. The one in the lead, who was the kid Jenna had given the blowjob to earlier that evening.
	“The slut said she’d be in the bedroom,” he cawed. “That’s got to be this way.”
	They opened the bedroom door and were presented with the sight of Jenna’s lily-white ass, helpless and spread-eagled on the bed.
	“Oh, God, Sly,” Toni grabbed my arm. “We’ve got to do something. They’re going to gang-bang her.”
	“What can we do?”
	“I don’t know. I mean, we’re bare-arsed naked up here. We can hardly go down and ask them politely to leave.”
	The boys were in no hurry to depart, either.
	One of them picked up the note Jenna had written, intending to leave it with Toni earlier.
	“Hey, listen to this, guys! She’s written us a note. It says: ‘Hello, Boys! Hope you like your buffet. Use me and abuse me any way you want. Just make sure you send the pictures to Jenna@hotmail.com.”
	“Holy shit, dude! What a slut!”
	“I want to get a piece of that ass.”
	“Right on!”
	Then all we could hear was the sound of unbuckling belts and the zippers on jeans. Nervously, Toni and I crawled over to the ventilation grill overhead and watched.
	One of the boys was clambering onto the bed. He wasn’t wearing trousers. Naked from the waist down, his small cock was erect and throbbing.
	He settled himself between Jenna’s outstretched thighs and grabbed his dick. Ignoring the gagged girl’s cries and moans, he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down Jenna’s pussy lips and then sank inside her.
	“Oh, fuck, dude!” The boy gasped. “She’s tight!”
	The other guys cheered and high-fived, watching their buddy start to pump his hips. His bony white ass banged against Jenna’s hips and his cock slid in and out of her pussy. He was like a horny rabbit.
	“Fuck!” The teenager gasped. “I’m fucking cumming, man!”
	His butt cheeks clenched and he jammed himself as deep into Jenna’s cunt as he could. Then, presumably, he started pumping a load of teenaged cum into her.
	The kid pulled his cock out and hopped off the bed. Just seconds later, one of the other boys was aiming his dick for Jenna’s pussy.
	“Sloppy seconds, man!”
	His cock sank into Jenna’s sticky cunt.
	As the other eighteen year olds  gathered around their buddy, chanting “fuck her!” and “fill the slut up!”, the first boy wiped his sticky dick and picked up his pants.
	“I’m gonna wash up,” he said, heading for the bathroom.
	This, I knew, was our chance.
	“Where are you going?” Toni demanded.
	“Sssh!“
	I crawled over the beams until I was over looking the bathroom. I could see the Chinese kid lock the door after himself and head over to the toilet bowl.
	That’s when I kicked open the grille.
	I swung myself through the ventilation grille and landed with a thump! Both of my feet hit the kid square in the centre of his shoulders. He went down like a sack of potatoes.
	Unconscious, the kid wasn’t going to fight back.
	“Hey, Dude?” The was a banging on the door. “Are you okay in there? I heard a crash.”
	I cleared my throat.
	“Uh… Yeah. I’m fine… Dude.”
	“’Kay!”
	Fortunately, the didn’t try the door. The teenager presumably went back to the gangbang. I could hear cheers and rants as they abused Jenna’s helpless body.
	Using the cord from Toni’s hair-dryer, I tied up the unconscious Chinese kid. Then I stuffed his underpants into his mouth to stop him screaming when he woke up.
	“Are you okay, Sly?” Toni hissed down at me from the open grille.
	“Yes,” I hissed back.
	I picked up the boy’s trousers. Like most eighteen year old kids, he had a cell-phone in one pocket. Gripping it in my teeth, I hauled myself back into the attic.
	Once we were out of earshot of the gangbanging eighteen year olds, I called the police. I told them a gang of teens had broken into our house and my wife and I were hiding in the attic upstairs. They promised that a squad car would be around in just a few minutes.
	Feeling a little better, Toni and I crawled over to the grille above the bedroom.
	Boy number four was taking his turn with Jenna. It looked like he’d skewered her right in the ass. The blonde girl was struggling, but she couldn’t buck the teenager as he slammed his dick in and out of her spasming anus.
	“Woah! She’s like a fucking rodeo pony!”
	“Yee haw! My turn with the bitch’s ass next!”
	“Okay… Almost done… Fuck!” He slapped Jenna’s ass and pumped a thick load of spunk into her bowels.
	As the kid hopped off the bed, Toni and I could see Jenna’s tortured pussy and anus. Her cunt was swollen and a river of thick cum poured out onto the bedspread. Meanwhile, thick globs of sperm bubbled out of her asshole.
	Another kid clambered onto the bed and blocked our view.
	“Here it comes, Bitch!” He forced his cock into her tortured butt.
	Just then, we heard the sirens.
	The kid in Jenna’s ass didn’t want to stop pumping, but he did. One of his friends dragged him off the bed and his cock was yanked out of Jenna’s asshole. Without his pants, he followed the rest of the teens as they ran for the door.
	“Who called the cops, man?”
	“I thought the bitch wanted it! That’s why she was tied up!”
	“Ditch the beer!”
	As they ran into the yard, we heard the policeman’s voices.
	“Freeze! This is the police!”
	Wearily, Toni and I headed for the steps.

Chapter Twelve

	Once Toni and I were both wearing robes, we opened the door for the police.
	They had a bunch of the kids in handcuffs, but looked a little confused.
	“So what’s been going on,” the biggest of the cops demanded, stepping into our front room. They peered into the bedroom and saw Toni struggling to untie Jenna. “Christ! Is that girl okay?”
	Jenna wasn’t really all that okay. She stood up on shaking legs. Huge dribbles of cum were running down her thighs. She looked like she was in shock.
	But this was what she’d planned for Toni. Except it would have been worse. Only five of those boys had gotten their chance to dip their nibs. If Jenna had been in charge, it would have been Toni tied to that bed and all eight of those boys would have taken turns in her ass, pussy and mouth, not stopping until they’d all been worn out. That meant three or four loads of cum each. That bitch Jenna had been planning to let my wife take 32 loads of stranger’s cum…
	I turned to the policemen.
	“This is what happened,” I explained.

*	*	*

	In the end, they believed me.
	Jenna fought bitterly. She said that Toni and I had blackmailed her and then arranged the gangbang, but the evidence didn’t point that way. The way I told the story made the facts fit and the cops believed us.
	I told them that Jenna knew that Toni and I had found out about her ripping off Friday’s. We’d collected the evidence and planned to give it to the manager, but she’d managed to get to us first. 
	That was a lie, I knew, but it was easy to believe. The folder with the till receipts and photos was on the kitchen table. How were the cops to know that we’d been using it to blackmail Jenna into humility lessons?
	So, having convinced the cops that Toni and I were fine, upstanding citizens and that Jenna was a fraud and a thief, I continued the story.
	In my version, Jenna got a bunch of her friends together to ‘convince’ Toni and I not to give the evidence to the police or the managers. Her ‘friends’ were the Chinese teenagers. When Jenna denied this, we just showed the cops the picture of her blowing one of the teenagers. That convinced them that she was his girlfriend - or at least the gang slut or something.
	From there, the cops drew their own conclusions about what had happened.
	Jenna had planned to get these kids to rough us up so we wouldn’t reveal her fraud to the managers at Fridays. She’d planned to let the Chinese kids beat me up and then she was going to let them loose to rape and torture Toni. Hence all the bondage equipment (most of which was actually ours.) 
	Unfortunately for Jenna, Toni and I had escaped.
	When the Chinese boys came around, they realised that the gangbang Jenna had promised them wasn’t going to happen, so they turned on her. Gang loyalty and that sort of thing not being very reliable. So, despite the fact that it was Jenna who’d ended up ‘pulling the train,’ the cops realised that she was the one behind it all. Poetic justice. Just desserts. What goes around, comes around. 
	This time it came around right into her ass.
	They arrested her. Because of the note which Jenna had written, telling the boys that they could use and abuse her any way they wanted, the cops released all the teenagers. That just left us.
	After giving statements to the cops, Toni and I were eventually left on our own.
	We fell asleep on the sofa.

*	*	*

	Three weeks passed.
	Toni and I moved apartments. Not being that keen on living in the ‘free blowjob with each delivery’ house, we moved to another part of the island and ordered our Chinese food from an entirely different restaurant. It was actually better. We got free fortune cookies.
	The police didn’t charge Jenna in the end. They asked the manager of Fridays if he’d like to press charges, but he said no. In actual fact, he took Jenna off to his office and she begged him not to press charges against her. He only agreed to keep her on provided she supplied him with a daily blowjob.
	This meant Jenna’s attitude changed. Since she spent at least fifteen minutes of every day on her knees in the manager’s office, she didn’t feel quite so high and mighty any more. Also, because she was terrified of Toni releasing the pictures of her blowing the Chinese delivery boy, she never said a bad word against my wife again.
	But things didn’t work out entirely smoothly.
	One Monday evening, Toni came home from work in a filthy mood. She slammed shut the door so hard the entire house shook.
	“What’s wrong? Has Jenna been saying back things about you again?”
	“No!” Toni rolled her eyes. “Even worse! They say she’s had such a change of attitude that they’re actually going to promote her!”
	She reached for the folder with the pictures of Jenna’s blowjob in.
	“Listen, Sly… I’ve got this plan. How about we blackmail her into…”
	But that’s a different story…

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